Be the oure of prime I xal comyn hem to,
I tery no lenger, no make no delay.
Here the massanger comit aȝen and bryngit an answere, thus seyng,
Massanger. Al heyl! myn lordys, and buschoppys, and princys of the lawe!
Ser Pylat comawndyth hym to ȝou, and bad me to ȝou say,
He wole be at the mot-halle in hast sone after the day dawe,
He wold ȝe xuld be ther be prime withouth lenger delay.
Cayphas. Now weyl mote thou fare, my good page;
Take thou this for thi massage.
Here enteryth Judas onto the Juwys thus seyng,