Nowe wex I woode oute of my witte.
Belsabub. Sattan, þis saide we are, 345
Nowe schall þou fele þi fitte.
Sattan. Allas! for [dole] and care,
I synke into helle pitte.
[Falls into the pit.
30. Adame. A! Iesu Lorde, mekill is Þi myght,
That mekis Þiselffe in þis manere, 350
Vs for to helpe, as Þou has hight,
Whanne both forfette, I and my feere.