THE CUKES AND WATERLEDERS
Pilatus, Anna, Cayphas, duo Judei, et Judas reportans eis xxx argenteos.
PILATE¶Peace, beausires, I bid you, that bide here about me,
And look ye stir no strife but stand stone still;
Or by the lord that life lent me, I shall make you lout
And all shall bide in my bale that work not my will.
Ye ribalds that reign in this rout,
Now stint of your stevening so stout,
Or with this brand that is fearful to flout,
All to death I shall drive you this day.
For Sir Pilate of Pontus as prince am I proved,
In strength most royal in richest array.
There's no baron in this borough has heaved me about,
But he seeks me as sovereign, in certain I say.
Then take heed to my lordly estate,
That none jangle nor jar at my gate.
Begin not to go on your gate,
Till I have said and set out all my saw.
For I am the loveliest lapped and laid,
With favour full fair in my face;
My forehead both brown is and broad,
And mine eyes they glitter like gleam in the glass;
And the hair that hides all my head
Is even like to the gold wire;
My cheeks are both ruddy and red,
And my colour as crystal is clear.
There is no prince proved under pall,
But I am most mighty of all,
Nor no king but shall come to my call,