And thus oure lawys dystroyd myth be,
And to us alle unrecurabyl!
Here Pylat letyth Jhesus alone and goth into the Jewys, and seyth,
Seres, what wole ȝe now with Jhesu do?
I can fynde in hym but good!
It is my cownce ȝe lete hym go, —
It is rewthe to spylle his blood!
Cayphas. Pylat, me thynkyth thou dost gret wrong,
Aȝens oure lawe thus to fortefye;
And the pepyl here is so strong,