Sattan. What! faitours, wherfore are ȝe ferde?
Haue ȝe no force to flitte hym froo? 210
Belyue loke þat my gere be grathed,
Miselffe schall to þat gedlyng goo.
[To Iesus.] Howe! belamy, abide,
With al thy booste and bere,
And telle to me þis tyde, 215
What maistries makes þou here?
19. Iesus. I make no maistries but for myne,
Þame wolle I saue, I telle þe nowe;