Jestes. Yf thou be Goddys sone, as thou dedyst seye,
Helpe here now both the and us!
But I fynde it not al in my feye,
That thou xuldyst be Cryst, Goddys sone Jhesus.
Dysmas. Go wey, fool! why seyst thou so?
He is the sone of God, I beleve it wel!
And synne dede he nevyr, lo!
That he xuld be put this deth tyl.
Be we ful meche wrong han wrowth, —
He dede nevyr thing amys!