Thou nowyst I may deme alle thyng, —
Thyn lyf and deth lyth at my wylle!
What? spek Jhesus, and telle me why
This pepyl do the so here acuse?
Spare not, but telle me now on he,
How thou canst thiself excuse.
Cayphas. Loo! serys, this is of hym a false sotylté,
He wyl not speke but whan he lyst;
Thus he dysceyvyth the pepyl in eche degré;
He is ful fals, ȝe veryly tryst.