I xal asay, and this wol be
To bryng Pylat in belef;
Withinne a whyle, ȝe xal se,
How my craft I wole go pref.
Here xal the devyl gon to Pylatys wyf, the corteyn drawyn as she lyth in bedde; and he xal no dene make; but she xal sone after that he is come in, makyn a rewly noyse, commyng and rennyng of the schaffald, and her shert and here kyrtyl in here hand, and sche xal come beforn Pylat leke a mad woman, seyng thus,
Uxor Pilaty. Pylat, I charge the that thou take hede!
Deme not Jhesu, but be his frende!
ȝyf thou jewge hym to be dede,
Thou art dampnyd withowtyn ende!
A fend aperyd me beforn,