Rex Herowde. What, thou onhangyd harlot, why wylt thou not speke?
Hast thou skorne to speke onto thi kyng?
Becawse thou dost oure lawys breke,
I trowe thou art aferd of oure talkyng.
Annas. Nay, he is not aferde, but of a fals wyle,
Becawse we xuld not hym acuse;
If that he answerd ȝow ontylle,
He knowyth he kan not hymself excuse.
Rex Herowde. What? spek I say, thou foulyng, evyl mot thou fare!
Loke up, the devyl mote the cheke!