And that thou xalt ful sore repent!
Thou haddyst be bettyr a ben unborn now,
Thi body and sowle thou hast shent!
Gamalyel. Lo, Jhesus! thou mayst not the cace refuse,
Bothe treson and eresye in the is fownde;
Stody now fast on thin excuse,
Whylys that thou gost in cordys bownde.
Thou kallyst the kyng of this werd rownde,
Now lete me se thi gret powere,
And save thiself here, hool and sownde,