Be what wey I wolde knowe the trew sentens.
Now Jhesu, I pray the, lete me se
O meracle wrougth in my presens.
In hast now do thi dylygens,
And peraventure I wyl shew favour to the;
ffor now thou art in my presens,
Thyn lyf and deth here lyth in me.
And here Jhesus xal not speke no word to the Herowde.
Jhesus, why spekyst not to thi kyng?
What is the cawse thou standyst so stylle?