ȝa! ȝa! and I herd hym preche meche thyng,
And aȝens oure lawe everydel;
Of wheche it were longe to make rekenyng,
To tellyn alle at this seel.
Cayphas. What seyst now, Jhesus? whi answeryst not?
Heryst not what is seyd aȝens the?
Spek man, spek! spek, thou fop!
Hast thou scorn to speke to me?
Heryst not in how many thynges thei the acuse?
Now I charge the and conjure, be the sonne and the mone,