Hwan þis trayson was al þouth,
He lets his oath go for nothing.
Of his oth ne was him nouth.
He let his oth al ouer-ga,
Þerof ne yaf he nouth a stra;
But sone dede hire fete,
[Fol. 205b, col. 2.]
Er he wolde heten ani mete,
Fro winchestre þer sho was,
Also a wicke traytur iudas;