But now my proces for to saue, I have red, and rede I xall, Inordynate pride wyll haue a falle. Presumptuous pride ys all thyn hope: 160 God garde thé, Garnyche, from the rope! Stop a tyd, and be welle ware Ye be nat cawte in an hempen snare. Harkyn herto, ye Haruy Haftar,[570] Pride gothe before and schame commyth after. Thow wrythtyst I xulde let thé go pley: Go pley thé, Garnyshe, garnysshyd gay; I care nat what thow wryght or sey; I cannat let thé the knaue to play, To dauns the hay or rune the ray: 170 Thy fonde face can me nat fray. Take thys for that, bere thys in mynde, Of thy lewdenes more ys behynde; A reme of papyr wyll nat holde Of thi lewdenes that may be tolde. My study myght be better spynt; But for to serue the kynges entent, Hys noble pleasure and commandenennt, Scrybbyl thow, scrybyll thow, rayle or wryght, Wryght what thow wylte, I xall thé aquyte. 180 By the kyngys most noble commandemennt. [559] _Crotoniati_] Should be “Crotoniatæ.” (Vide _De Invent. Rhet._) [560] _They_] Compare v. 173 of the preceding poem. [561] _Sayth from, &c._] This line added to MS. in (perhaps) a different hand. [562] _can_] MS. seems to read “cam.” [563] _holde_] MS. “bolde.” [564] _wyl_] Compare v. 135. [565] _rybawde_] MS. seems to have “rylowde.” [566] _Withowte thou leue, &c._] In MS. the latter part of this line, and the concluding portions of the next two lines, are so injured by stains that I can only guess at the words. The endings of the third and fourth lines after this are illegible. [567] _callyst_] MS. “callydst.” [568] _Wher_] Seems to be the reading of MS. [569] _wyll_] Compare v. 97. [570] _Haftar_] MS. “hastar;” see notes. SKELTON LAVREATE, ORATORIS REGIS TERTIUS,[571] AGAINST VENEMOUS TONGUES[572] ENPOYSONED WITH SCLAUNDER AND FALSE DETRACTIONS, &c. _Quid detur tibi, aut quid apponatur tibi ad linguam dolosam?_ Psalm. c. xlij. _Deus destruet te in finem; evellet te, et emigrabit te de tabernaculo tuo, et radicem tuam de terra viventium._ Psal. lxvii. Al maters wel pondred and wel to be regarded, How shuld a fals lying tung then be rewarded? Such tunges shuld be torne out by the harde rootes, Hoyning like hogges that groynis and wrotes. _Dilexisti omnia verba præcipitationis, lingua dolosa._ Ubi s. _&c._ For, as I haue rede in volumes olde, A fals lying tunge is harde to withholde; A sclaunderous tunge, a tunge of a skolde, Worketh more mischiefe than can be tolde; That, if I wist not to be controlde, Yet somwhat to say I dare well be bolde, How some delite for to lye thycke and threfolde. _Ad sannam hominem redigit comice[573] et graphice._ For ye said, that he said, that I said, wote ye what? I made, he said, a windmil of an olde mat: If there be none other mater but that, Than ye may commaunde me to gentil Cok wat.