And brynge the out of this dawngere.
Leyon. Bryng forth this tretoure, spare hym nowth!
Onto Cayphas thi jewge we xal the lede.
In many a place we have the sowth,
And to thi werkys take good hede.
Rufyne. Com on, Jhesus, and folwe me;
I am ful glad that I the have;
Thou xalt ben hangyn upon a tre,—
A melyon of gold xal the not save!
Leyon. Lete me leyn hand on hym in heye,