ffor his body is undyr ȝour bayle,
As men talkyn hem among,
That he was born in Galylé.
Rex. Thanne of these materys, serys, take hede;
ffor a whyle I wele me rest,
Appetyde requyryth me so indede,
And ffesyk tellyth me it is the best.
XXX. THE TRIAL OF CHRIST.
Here xal a massanger com into the place rennyng and criyng “Tydyngys! tydynges!” and so rownd abowth the place, “Jhesus of Naȝareth is take! Jhesus of Naȝareth is take!” and forthwith heylyng the prynces, thus seyng,