Massanger. Alle heyle, my lordys, princys of prestys!
Sere Cayphas and sere Annas, lordys of the lawe!
Tydynges I brynge ȝou, reseyve them in ȝour brestys;
Jhesus of Naȝareth is take, therof ȝe may be fawe!
He xal be browth hedyr to ȝou anon;
I telle ȝou trewly with a gret rowth,—
Whan he was take I was hem among,
And ther was I ner to kachyd a clowte.
Malcus bar a lanterne and put hym in pres,
Anoon he had a towche and of went his ere!