As a primat most prendent I present here sensyble Buschopys of the lawe with al the cyrcumstawns; I, Cayphas, am jewge, with powerys possyble, To distroye alle erroris that in owre lawys make varyawns. Alle thynges I convey be reson and temperawnce, And alle materis possyble to me ben palpable; Of the lawe of Moyses I have a chef governawns, To severe ryth and wrong in me is termynable. But ther is on Cryst that oure lawys is varyable, He perverte the pepyl with his prechyng ille; We must seke amene onto hym reprevable, ffor yf he procede, owre lawys he wyl spylle. We must take good cowncel in this case, Of the wisest of the lawe that kan the trewthe telle; Of the jewgys of pharasy and of my cosyn Annas, For yf he procede be prossesse oure lawys he wyl felle. _Primus doctor._ Myn lord, plesyt ȝow to pardon me for to say, The blame in ȝow is, as we fynde; To lete Cryst contenue thus day be day, With his fals wichecraft the pepyl to blynde. He werkyth fals meraclis ageyns alle kende, And makyth oure pepyl to leve hem in; It is ȝour part to take hym and do hym bynde, And gyf hym jugement for his gret syn. _Secundus doctor._ fforsothe, sere, of trewth this is the case, Onto oure lawe ȝe don oppressyon, That ȝe let Cryst from ȝou pace, And wyl not don on hym correxion. Let Annas knowe ȝour intencion, With prestys and jewges of the lawe, And do Cryst fforsake his fals oppynyon, Or into a prison lete hem be thrawe. _Cayphas._ Wel, seres, ȝe xal se withinne short whyle, I xal correcte hym for his trespas, He xal no lenger oure pepyl begyle, Out of myn dawngere he xal not pas. _Here comyth the masangere to Cayphas, and in the mene tyme Rewfyn and Lyon schewyn hem in the place, in ray tabardys furryd and ray hodys abouth, here neckys furryd, the masangere seyng_, Myn reverent sovereyn, and it do ȝow plese, Sere Annas, my lord hath to ȝou sent, He prayt ȝou that ȝe xal not sese, Tyl that ȝe ben with hym present. _Cayphas._ Sere, telle myn cosyn I xal not fayl, It was my purpose hym for to se, For serteyn materes that wyl prevayle, Thow he had notwth a sent to me. _Masangere._ I recomende me to ȝour hey degré, On more massagys I must wende. _Cayphas._ ffarewel, sere, and wel ȝe be, Gret wel my cosene and my ffrende. _Here the masager metyth with the jewges, sayng_, Heyl! jewgys of Jewry, of reson most prudent, Of my massage to ȝou I make relacion, My lord, sere Annas, hath for ȝou sent, To se his presens withowth delacion. _Rewfyn._ Sere, we are redy at his comawndement, To se sere Annas in his place; It was oure purpose and oure intent, To a be with hym withinne short space.