That I to the now don have;
For I dede I wyst not what,—
The Jewys of myn ignorans dede me rave.
Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! I crye.
Than Joseph doth set up the lederes and Nychodemus comyth to help hym.
Nicodemus. Joseph ab Aramathy, blyssyd thou be!
ffor thou dost a fol good dede;
I prey the lete me help the,
That I may be partenere of thi mede.
Joseph. Nychodemus, welcome indede!