This matere now thou undyrstonde;
In pes thou myth be for me,
But for thi pepyl of thi londe.
Busshoppys and prestys of the lawe,
Thei love the not, as thou mayst se;
And the comon pepyl aȝens the drawe,
In pes thou myth a be for me,—
This I telle the pleyn!
What seyst, Jhesus? whi spekest not me to?
Knowyst not I have power on the cros the to do,