2. [Apparently 2 in red, partly cut, before "A fitte."] A fitte.
Siþen y him first tempte bigan,
I siȝ him neuere chaunge hewe;
Oonys he bad me 'go, foule sathan!'
Euere-more þat repreef y rewe.
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¶ In werkis he is good, in persoone a man; [page 167]
Lijk to him y neuere noon knewe.
Where lerned he al þe witt þat he can?
For euery day he dooþ wondris neewe.
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¶ I folewide him oonys to a place,
To a mounteyne upon an hiȝte;
Petir, iames, & iohn, þere was,
Ely & moyses stood þere up riȝt.
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¶ I wolde haue seen ihesu-is face,
But y myȝt not, it schoon so briȝt;
In þe sooþfast sunne closid it was,
Þe briȝt beemys blent my siȝt.
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¶ To lette þe prophesie soone y went,
Þe iewis to slee ihesu y ȝaf hem chois;