And loke thou tery nowth.
Massanger. It xal be do, lord, be this day,
I am as whyt as thought.
Here Pylat syttyth in his skaffald, and the massanger knelyth to hym, thus seyng,
Al heyl! sere Pylat, that semly is to se!
Prynce of al this Juré, and kepere of the lawe!
My lord busshop Cayphas comawndyd hym to the,
And prayd the to be at the mot-halle by the day dawe.
Pylat. Go thi way, praty masanger, and comawnde me also;
I xal be there in hast, and so thou mayst say: