[97. Judas]
I
Hit wes upon a Scere-thorsday[590]
that ure loverd[591] aros;
Ful milde were the wordès
he spec to Judas.
II
‘Judas, thou most to Jurselem,
oure mete for to bugge[592];
Thritti platen[593] of selver
thou bere up othi rugge[594].
III
‘Thou comest fer ithe brode stret,
fer ithe brode strete,
Summe of thine tunesmen[595]
ther thou meist i-mete.’
IV
Imette[596] wid is soster,
the swikele[597] wimon:
‘Judas, thou were wrthè[598]
me stende the wid ston[599],
For the false prophete
that tou bilevest upon.’