_Episcopus._ Herke, sere princys, what noyse is alle this? The erthe and the eyer is ful of melodye; I herde never er sweche a noyse now i-wys: Con ye outh say what they signefye? _Primus Princeps._ I not be my God that of myht meche is; Whatsumever they be hougely they crye: I am aferd there wylle be sumthyng amys, It is good prevely among us we spye Wythowte. _Secundus Princeps._ Now I have levyd this thre skore yer, But sweche another noyse herd I never er; Myn herte gynnyth ogyl and quake for fer, There is sum newe sorwe sprongyn I dowte. _Tertius Princeps._ Ya that there is, sothly, I say yow, The prophetis moder Mary is ded; The disciplis here beryn in gret aray now, And makyn alle this merthe in spyth of oure hed. _Episcopus._ ffy on you, lousy doggys, they were better nay; Outh, harrow! the devyl is in myn hed. Ye dodemusyd prynces faste yow aray, Or I make avow to Mahound youre bodyes schul blede. Now that quene is ded, The coward knytis in plate, And the tormentours thryfe schul ye late, ffaste, harlotys, go youre gate, And brynge me that bychyd body, I red. _Primus Princeps._ Dowte you not, sere byschop, in peyne of repref, Ded schal don schame to that body to tho prechours. _Secundus Princeps._ Sere, I schal geyne tho glaberis or gramly hem gref, Tho teynt tretouris schul tene yif my loke on hem louris. _Tertius Princeps._ To hurle wyth the harlotys me is ful lef, I schal snarle tho sneveleris wyth rith scharp schouris. _Episcopus._ Hens than, a develys name! and take me that thef, And bringe me that bygyd body evyn to-fore thes touris, And here disciplis ye slo. Hye you hens, harlotis, at onys, The devyl, boyes, mot breke youre bonys, Go stent me yone body wyth youre stonys: Outh, harrow! al wod now I go! _Hic discendunt Principes cum suis ministris, ut feroci pecucienter petras cum eorum capitibus._ _Secundus Princeps._ What, devyl, where is this mené? I here here noyse but I se ryth nouth; Allas! I have clene lost my posté, I am ful wo, mad is my thowth. _Tertius Princeps._ I am so ferd I would fayn fle, The devyl hym spede hedyr me brouth; I renne, I rappe, so wo is me, Wynd and wod wo hath me wrouth! To deye I ne routh. _Primus Princeps._ A! cowardis, upon you now fy, Are ye ferd of a ded body? I schal sterte therto manly, Alle that company fere I ryth nouth. _Hic saltat insanus adferetrum Mariæ et pendet per manus._