Onto his deth I xal hym bryng;
Shewe forth thi wychecrafte and nygramansye;
What helpyth ye now al thi fals werkyng?
Jhesu. ffrendys, take hede ȝe don unryth,
So unkendely with cordys to bynd me here;
And thus to falle on me be nyth,
As thow I were a thevys fere.
Many tyme beforn ȝow I dede apere;
Withinne the temple sen me ȝe have,
The lawys of God to teche and lere,