Homward the wey we gon.

As wynde wrothe,

Knyghtes, now goht,

Clappyd in clothe,

And kepyth hym welle.

Loke ȝe be bolde

With me for to holde,

ȝe xul have gold,

And helme of stele.

Pylat, Annas, and Cayphas go to ther skaffaldys, and the knyghtes seyn,