And as he was on the Judgment‐seat, his wife sent till him, sayin, “Hae ye nocht to do wiʼ yon just man! for I hae dreeʼt mony things this day in a dream, on his accoont.”
Sae Pilate, seein he prevailʼt‐na, but that raither a tulzie was risin, had watir, and weshʼt his hauns afore aʼ the folk, sayin, “I am innocent oʼ the blude oʼ this richtous man! See ye tillʼt!”
And the officer, and they that war watchin Jesus, whan they saw the yirth trimmle, and the things that war dune, war uncolie fleyʼt, sayin, “Truly, this was Godʼs Son!”