[549] _semely_] Appears at first sight to be “sriuely;” but compare v. 131 of the concluding poem against Garnesche. SKELTON LAURYATE DEFENDER AGENST M[ASTER] GARNESCHE CHALANGAR, WITH GRESY, GORBELYD GODFREY [ET] CETERA. How may I your mokery mekely tollerate, [Your][550] gronynge, ȝour grontynge, your groinynge lyke a swyne? [Your] pride ys alle to peuiche, your porte importunate; [You] mantycore,[551] ye maltaperte, ye can bothe wins and whyne; [Your] lothesum lere to loke on, lyke a gresyd bote dothe schyne. Ye cappyd Cayface copious, your paltoke on your pate, Thow ye prate lyke prowde Pylate, be ware yet of chek mate. Hole[552] ys your brow that ye brake with Deu[ra]ndall your awne sworde; Why holde ye on yer cap, syr, then? your pardone ys expyryd: Ye hobble very homly before the kynges borde; 10 Ye countyr vmwhyle to capcyously, and ar ye be dysiryd; Your moth etyn mokkysh maneres, they be all to myryd. Ye cappyd Cayface copyous, your paltoke on your pate, Thow ye prate lyke prowde Pylate, be ware of cheke mate. O Gabionyte of Gabyone, why do ye gane and gaspe? Huf a galante Garnesche, loke[553] on your comly cors! Lusty Garnysche, lyke a lowse, ye jet full lyke a jaspe; As wytles as a wylde goos, ye haue but small remorrs Me for to chalenge that of your chalennge makyth so lytyll fors. Ye capyd Cayfas copyous, your paltoke on your pate, 20 Tho ye prate lyke prowde Pylate, be ware of cheke mate. Syr Gy, Syr Gawen, Syr Cayus, for and Syr Olyuere, Pyramus, nor Priamus, nor Syr Pyrrus the prowde, In Arturys auncyent actys no where ys prouyd your pere; The facyoun of your fysnamy the devyl in a clowde; Your harte ys to hawte, I wys, yt wyll nat be alowde. Ye capyd Cayfas copyus, your paltoke on your pate, Thow ye prate lyke prowde Pylate, be ware of cheke mate. Ye grounde yow vpon Godfrey, that grysly gargons face, Your stondarde, Syr Olifranke, agenst me for to splay: 30 Baile, baile at yow bothe, frantyke folys! follow on the chase! Cum Garnyche, cum Godfrey, with as many as ȝe may! I advyse yow be ware of thys war, rannge yow in aray. Ye cappyd Cayfas copyous, [your paltoke on your pate, Thow ye prate lyke prowde Pylate, be ware of cheke mate.] Gup, gorbellyd Godfrey, gup, Garnysche, gaudy fole! To turney or to tante with me ye ar to fare to seke: For thes twayne whypslouens calle for a coke stole: Thow mantycore, ye marmoset, garnyshte lyke a Greke, Wranglynge, waywyrde, wytles, wraw, and nothyng meke. 40 Ye cappyd [Cayfas copyous, your paltoke on your pate, Thow ye prate lyke prowde Pylate, be ware of cheke mate.] _Mirres vous y,_ Loke nat to hy. By the kynges most noble commaundment. [550] _Your_] The beginning of this line, and of the next three lines, torn off in MS.