To helpe hym owte of clay.
Pilatus. Now, jentyl seres, I yray ȝow alle
Abyde stylle a lytyl thralle,
Whylle that I myn cowncell calle,
And here of ther councelle.
Primus miles. Syr, att ȝour prayour we wyl abyde
Here in this place a lytel tyde,
But tary not to longe, ffor we must ryde, —
We may not longe dwelle.
Pilatus. Now, jentyl seres, I pray ȝow here,