And to her moderes, “Allas! wher xal be oure dwellyng?”
Than to the hyllys and mownteynes they xal crye and calle,
Oppyn and hyde us from the face of hym syttyng in trone!
Or ellys ovyrthrowyth and on us now come falle,
That we may be hyd from oure sorweful mone.
Here Jhesus turnyth fro the women and goth forth, and ther thei metyn with Symonem in the place, the Jewys seyng to hym,
Primus Judæus. Sere, to the a word of good;
A man is here thou mayst se,
Beryth hevy of a rode,
Where an he xal hangyd be.