Mark 14:60-70

60 And the hyeste preste stode up amongest them and axed Iesus sayinge: answerest thou nothinge? How is it that these beare witnes agaynst the?

61 And he helde his peace and answered noothinge. Agayne the hyeste Preste axed him and sayde vnto him: Arte thou Christ the sonne of the blessed?

62 And Iesus sayde: I am. And ye shall se the sonne of man syt on the ryght honde of power and come in the cloudes of heven.

63 Then the hyest preste rent his cloothes and sayd: what nede we eny further of witnes?

64 Ye have herde the blasphemy what thinke ye? And they all gave sentence yt he was worthy of deeth.

65 And some begane to spit at him and to cover his face and to bete him with fistes and to saye vnto him arede vnto vs. And the servauntes boffeted him on the face.

66 And as Peter was beneeth in ye pallys ther came one of ye weches of ye hyest preste:

67 and whe she saw Petre warmynge him sylfe she loked on him and sayd: wast not thou also wt Iesus of Nazareth?

68 And he denyed it sayinge: I knowe him not nether wot I what thou sayest. And he went out into ye poorche and the cocke crewe.

69 And a damsell sawe him and agayne beganne to saye to the that stode by this is one of the.

70 And he denyed it agayne. And anone after they that stode by sayde agayne to Peter: suerly thou arte one of the for thou arte of Galile and thy speache agreth therto.