  IHit wes upon a Scere-thorsday that ure loverd Ful milde were the wordÈs he spec to Judas. II‘Judas, thou most to Jurselem, oure mete for to bugge Thritti platen thou bere up othi rugge III‘Thou comest fer ithe brode stret, fer ithe brode strete, Summe of thine tunesmen ther thou meist i-mete.’ IVImette the swikele ‘Judas, thou were wrthÈ me stende the wid ston For the false prophete that tou bilevest upon.’ VFOOTNOTES: |
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