ffor if I went thus away and shrynkyd as a snayle,
Lorn were the labore alle that I have wrought;
Therfore in covetyse oure syre I xal asayle,
And assay into that synne yf he may be brought,
Anon forthe ryght.
Syr, ȝitt onys I pray to the,
To this hyȝ hyl com forthe with me,
I xal the shewe many a ceté,
And many a wurthy syght.
Tunc Jhesus transit cum diabolo super montem et diabolus dicit,