To hem that wele here sowlys sawe.
Wy dede ȝe not me dysprave,
And herd me preche, both lowd and lowe?
But now as wood men ȝe gynne to rave,
And do thyng that ȝe notwth knove.
Gamalyel. Serys, I charge ȝow not o word more this nyth,
But onto Cayphas in hast loke ȝe hym lede;
Have hym forth with gret dyspyte,
And to his wordys take ȝe non hede.
Here the Jewys lede Cryst oute of the place with gret cry and noyse, some drawyng Cryst forward and some bakward, and so ledyng forth with here weponys alofte, and lytys brennyng. And in the mene tyme Marye Magdalene xal rennyn to oure Lady, and telle here of oure Lordys takyng, thus seyng,