16. Iesus [Without]. Principes, portas tollite,
Vndo youre ȝatis, ȝe princis of pryde,
Et introibit rex glorie,
Þe kyng of blisse comes in þis tyde.
[Enters the gates of Hell.
Sattan. Owte! harrowe <[what harlot]> is hee 185
Þat sais his kyngdome schall be cryed?
Dauid [in Limbo]. Þat may þou in my Sawter see
For þat poynte [I] prophicie<d>.
I saide þat he schuld breke