Wheche owre lawe doth down bryng,
And mekyl schame he hath us wrowth.
Annas. ffrom this cetye into the lond of Galylé,
He hath browth oure lawys neyr into confusyon,
With hese craftys wrowth be nygramancye,
Shewyth to the pepyl be fals symulacyon.
Primus doctor. ȝa! ȝet, ser, another and werst of alle!
Aȝens Sesar, oure emperour that is so fre,
Kyng of Jewys he doth hym calle,
So oure emperoures power nowth xuld be!