Cayphas. In feyth, ser, it is sure anow,
Hardely have ȝe no dowth.
Arfaxat. Let se, ser Amaraunt, where wele ȝe be?
Wole ȝe kepe the feet or the hed?
Ameraunt. At the hed, so mote I the,
And ho so come here he is but dead.
Arfaxat. And I wole kepe the feet this tyde,
Thow ther come both Jakke and Gylle.
Cosdram. And I xal kepe the ryth syde,
And ho so come I xal hym kylle.