Annas. Syr Pylat, thou grett justyse, Thow thou be of wittys wyse, ȝit herke fful sadly with good devyse, What that thou xalt do. I counsel the, be my reed, This wundyrful tale pray hem to hede, And upon this ȝeve hem good mede, Bothe golde and sylver also. And, sere, I xalle telle ȝow why, In ȝoure erys prevyly, Betweyn us thre serteynly, Now herk, seres, in ȝour erys!
Hic faciant Pilatus, Cayphas, et Annas, privatim inter se, consilium; quo finito, dicat,
Annas. ffor mede dothe most in every qwest,
And mede is mayster, bothe est and west,
Now trewly, seres, I held this best,
With mede men may bynde berys.
Cayphas. Sekyr, sere, this counselle is good;
Pray these knyghtes to chaunge ther mood;
ȝeve then golde, ffeste, and ffood,
And that may chaunge ther wytt.
Pylatt. Seres, ȝoure good councel I xalle fulfylle:
Now, jentyl knyhtes, come hedyr me tylle,
I yray ȝow, seres, of ȝour good wylle,
No ferther that ȝe fflytt.
Jentyl knyhtes, I ȝow pray,
A bettyr sawe that ȝe say;
Sey ther he was cawth away
With his dyscyplis be nyght.
