_Jesus._ _Attolite portas, principes vestras, et elevamini portœ æternales, et introibit rex gloriæ._[463] _Rybald._ Out, harro,[464] out!--what deville is he That callys hym kyng over us alle? Hark Belzabub, com ne,[465] For hedusly[466] I hard hym calle. _Belzabub._ Go spar the yates,[467] ylle mot thou the![468] And set the waches[469] on the walle, If that brodelle[470] come ne With us ay won[471] he shalle: And if he more calle or cry, To make us more debate, Lay on hym hardlly, And make hym go his gate.[472] _David._ Nay, withe hym may ye not fyght, For he is king and conqueroure, And of so mekille myght, And styf in every stoure;[473] Of hym commys alle this light That shynys in this bowre; He is fulle fers in fight, Worthi to wyn honoure. _Belzabub._ Honoure! harsto,[474] harlot, for what dede Alle erthly men to me ar thralle,[475] That lad that thou callys lord in lede[476] He had never harbor, house, ne halle; How, sir Sathanas, com nar And hark this cursid rowte! _Sathanas._ The dewille you alle to har![477] What ales the so to showte?[478] And see, if I com nar, Thy brayn bot I bryst owte.[479] _Belzabub._ Thou must com help to spar,[480] We ar beseged abowte. _Sathanas._ Besegyd aboute! whi, who durst be so bold 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 portæ æternales, et introibit rex gloriæ._[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.