And thou art maydyn and modyr, and seyst thus thi childe spylle!
How mayst thou abyde this sorwe and this woful thowth?
Ah! deth! deth! deth! Why wilt thou not me kylle?
Here oure Lady xal swonge aȝen, and ore Lord xal seyn thus,
Jhesus. O ffadyr almythy! makere of man!
fforgyff these Jewys that don me wo!
fforgeve hem, fadyr! forgeve hem than!
ffor thei wete nowth what thei do.
Primus Judæus. ȝa! vath! vath! now here is he
That bad us dystroye oure tempyl on a day,