d
For drede to make on us a fray?

_Belzabub._ It is the Jew that Judas sold
For to be dede this othere day.

_Sathanas._ How, in tyme that tale was told,
That trature travesses[481] us alle way;
He shalle be here fulle hard in hold,
Bot loke he pas not I the pray.

_Belzabub._ Pas! nay, nay, he wille not weynde[482]
From hens or it be war,[483]
He shapys hym for to sheynd[484]
Alle helle e'er he go far.

_Sathanas._ Fy, faturs,[485] therof shalle he faylle,
For alle his fare[486] I hym defy;
I know his trantes[487] fro top to taylle,[488]
He lyffes by gawdes[489] and glory.

Therby he broght furthe of oure baylle[490]
The lathe[491] Lazare of Betany,
Bot to the Jues I gaf counsaylle
That thay shuld cause hym dy:

I entered there into Judas
That forward[492] to fulfylle,
Therfor his hyere[493] he has
Alle wayes to won here stylle.[494]

_Rybald._ Sir Sathan, sen we here the say[495]
Thou and the Jues were at assent,
And wote,[496] he wan the Lazare away
That unto us was taken to tent,[497]
Hopys thou that thou mar hym may
To muster[498] the malyce that he has ment?
For and he refe[499] us now oure pray
We wille ye witt e'er he is went.

_Sathanas._ I byd the noght abaste[500]
Bot boldly make you bowne,[501]
Withe toyles that ye intraste,[502]
And dyng[503] that dastard downe.

_Jesus. Attolite portas, principes vestras, et elevamini portae
aeternales, et introibit rex gloriae._[504]

_Rybald._ Outt, harro![505] what harlot is he
That says his kyngdom shal be cryde?

_David._ That may thou in sawter se,[506]
For of this prynce thus err I saide;[507]

I saide that he shuld breke
Youre barres and bandes by name,[508]
And of youre wareks take wreke;[509]
Now shall thou se the same.

_Jesus._ Ye prynces of helle open youre yate,
And let my folk furthe gone,
A prynce of peasse shalle enter therat
Wheder ye wille or none.

_Rybald._ What art thou that spekys so?

_Jesus._ A kyng of blys that hight Jesus.

_Rybald._ Yee hens fast I red[510] thou go,
And melle[511] the not with us.

_Belzabub._ Oure yates[512] I trow wille last,
Thay ar so strong I weyn,[513]
Bot if oure barres brast,
For the, thay shalle not twyn.[514]

_Jesus._ This stede[515] shalle stande no longer stokyn;[516]
Open up and let my pepille pas.

_Rybald._ Out, harro![517] oure baylle is brokyn,[518]
And brusten ar alle oure bandes of bras.

_Belzabub._ Harro! oure yates begyn to crak,
In sonder, I trow, thay go,