Thou xalt berynt, haddyst thou sworn,
And yt were ten tyme the weye!
Symon. Serys, I pray ȝow dysplese ȝou nowth,
I wole help to here the tre;
Into the place it xal be browth,
Where ȝe wole commawnde me.
Here Symon takyth the cros of Jhesus, and beryth it forth.
Veronica. A! ȝe synful pepyl, why fare thus?
ffor swet and blod he may not se!
Alias! holy prophete, Cryst Jhesus!