THE TAPITERS AND
Jesus, Pilatus, Anna, Cayphas, duo consiliarii, et iiii Judei accusantes Jesum.
PILATE¶Ye cursed creatures that cruelly are crying,
Restrain you for striving For strength of my strokes.
Your plaints in my presence Use plainly applying,
Or this brand in your brains Soon bursts and soon breaks.
What brawler with brawling me brews,
That wretch may not writhe from my rage,
Nor his sleights so slyly assuage.
Let that traitor not trust in my truce.
For Sir Sesar was my sire, And I soothly his soil,
That excellent Emperor exalted in height,
Who all this wide world with his wits had won;
And my mother named Pila that proudly was plight.
Of Pila the proud was Atus the father once hight.
This Pila was added to Atus
Now, sir knights, rede ye it right?
For thus shortly I have shewn you in sight
How I am proudly proved Pilatus.
Lo, Pilate am I, proved a prince of great pride.
I was put into Pontus, the people to press;
And then Caesar himself, with senators by his side,
Remitted me to these realms, all ranks to redress.
And thus am I granted on ground, as I guess,
To justify and judge all the Jews.
Ah, love! Here's my lady, no less.
Lo, sirs, my wife, how worthy she is,
So seemly, lo, certain she shows.
WIFE ¶Was never judge in this Jewry of so jocund generation
(Percula) Nor of so joyful genealogy to gentry adjoined,
As you, my duke doughty, doomer of damnation