Thei xal nevyr cacche me in suche affray, —
I am fulle glad that I am gon.
Adewe! adewe! a xx.ᵗⁱ devyl way,
And Goddys curse have ȝe everychon.
Scriba. Come forthe, thou stotte! com forthe, thou scowte!
Come forthe, thou bysmare and brothel bolde!
Come fforthe, thou hore, and stynkynge byche clowte!
How longe hast thou suche harlotry holde?
Phariseus. Come forth, thou quene! come forthe, thou scolde!
Com forth, thou sloveyn! com forthe, thou slutte!