Alle that me heryn and in me belevyn,
And kepyn here feyth stedfastly;
Thow thei weryn dede I xal them recuryn,
And xal them bryng to blysse endlesly.
Pilate. Lo! serys, now ȝe an erde this man, how thynk ȝe?
Thynke ȝe not alle be ȝoure reson?
But as he seyth it may wel be,
And that xulde be this incheson.
I fynde in hym non obecyon
Of errour, nor treson, ne of no maner gylt;