Belzebub thy full brodir will clame To be thy air, and Cayphafs thy fectour; Pluto the heid of thy kyn, and protectour 535 To leid the to hell, of licht day and leme.
Herod thy uthir erne, and grit Egeafs, Marciane, Mahomeit, and Maxentiufs, Thy trew kynifmen, Antenor and Eneafs, Throp thy neir neice, and awfierne Olibrius, 540 Puttidew, Baall, and Eyobulufs; Thir freyndis ar the flour of thy four braynchis, Steirand the pottis of hell, and nevir ftenchis, Dout nocht, Deulbeir, Tu es Diabolus.
Deulbeir, thy fpeir of weir, but feir, thow yeild, 545 Hangit, mangit, eddir llangit, ftryndie ftultornm, To me, maift he Kentxydie, and flie the feild, Pickit, wickit, ftickit, convickit, lamp Lollardorum. Diffamit, fchamit, blamit, Primus Paganorum. Out ! out ! I fchowt, upon that fnout that fnevillis. 550 Taill tellar, rebellar, indwellar with the divillis, Spink, fink with ftink ad Tartara Termagorum.
