The Buffeting

Primus Tortor
Do Io furth, Io! / and trott on a pase!
To anna will we go / and sir cayphas;
witt thou well of thaym two / gettys thou no grace,
Bot euerlastyng wo / for trespas thou has
so mekill.
Thi mys is more
then euer gettys thou grace fore;
Thou has beyn ay-whore
ffull fals and full fekyll.
Secundus Tortor
It is wonder to dre / thus to be gangyng;
we haue had for the / mekill hart stangyng;
Bot at last shall we be / out of hart langyng,
Be thou haue had two or three / hetys worth a hangyng;
No wonder!
Sich wyles can thou make.
gar the people farsake
Oure lawes, and thyne take;
thus art thou broght in blonder.
Primus Tortor
Thou can not say agaynt / If thou be trew;
Som men holdys the sant / and that shall thou rew;
ffare wordys can thou paynt / and lege lawes new.
Secundus Tortor
Now be ye ataynt / for we will persew
On this mater.
Many wordys has thou saide
Of which we ar not well payde;
As good that thou had
halden still thi clater.
Primus Tortor
It is better syt still / then rise vp and fall;
Thou has long had thi will / and made many brall;
At the last wold, thou spill / and for-do vs all,
If we dyd neuer yll. /
Secundus Tortor
I trow not, he shall
Indure it;
ffor if other men ruse hym,
we shall accuse hym;
his self shall not excuse hym;
To you I insure it,
with no legeance. /
Primus Tortor
fayn wold he wynk,
Els falys his covntenance; / I say as I thynk.
Secundus Tortor
he has done vs greuance / therfor shall he drynk;
haue he mekill myschaunsce / that has gart vs swynke
In walkyng,
That vnneth may I more.
Primus Tortor
Peas, man, we ar thore!
I shall walk in before,
And tell of his talkyng.
haill, syrs, as ye sytt / so worthi in wonys!
whi spyrd ye not yit / how we haue farne this onys?
Secundus Tortor
Sir, we wold fayn witt / all wery ar oure bonys;
we haue had a fytt / right yll for the nonys,
So tarid.
Cayphas
Say, were ye oght adred?
were ye oght wrang led?
Or in any strate sted?
Syrs, who was myscaryd?
Anna
Say, were ye oght in dowte / for fawte of light
As ye wached ther owte? /
Primus Tortor
sir, as I am true knyght,
Of my dame sen I sowked / had I neuer sich a nyght;
Myn een were not lowked / to-geder right
Sen morowe;
Bot yit I thynk it well sett,
Sen we with this tratoure met;
Sir, this is he that forfett
And done so mekill sorow.
Cayphas
Can ye hym oght apeche? / had he any ferys?
Secundus Tortor
he has bene for to preche / full many long yeris;
And the people he teche / a new law.
Primus Tortor
syrs, heris!
As far as his witt reche / many oone he lerys;
when we toke hym,
we faunde hym in a yerde;
Bot when I drew out my swerde,
his dyscypyls wex ferde,
And soyn thay forsoke hym.
Secundus Tortor
Sir, I hard hym say he cowthe dystroew / oure tempyll so gay,
and sithen beld a new / on the thrid, day.
Cayphas
how myght that be trew? / it toke more aray;
The masons I knewe / that hewed it, I say,
so wyse;
That hewed ilka stone.
Primus Tortor
A, good sir, lett hym oone;
he lyes for the quetstone,
I gyf hym the pryce.
Secundus Tortor
The halt rynes, the blynd sees / thrugh his fals wyles;
Thus he gettis many fees / of thym he begyles.
Primus Tortor
he rases men that dees / thay seke hym be myles;
And euer thrugh his soceres / oure sabate day defyles
Euermore, sir.
Secundus Tortor
This is his vse and his custom,
To heyll the defe and the dom,
where so euer he com;
I tell you before, sir.
Primus Tortor
Men call hym / a prophete and godis son of heuen;
he wold fayn downe bryng / oure lawes bi his steuen.
Secundus Tortor
yit is ther anothere thyng / that I hard hym neuen,
he settys not a fle wyng / bi sir cesar full euen;
he says thus;
Sir, this same is he
that excusyd with his sotelte
A woman in avowtre;
ffull well may ye trust vs.
Primus Tortor
Sir lazare can he rase / that men may persaue,
when he had lyne fower dayes / ded in his graue;
All men hym prase / both master and knaue,
Such wychcraft he mase. /
Secundus Tortor
If he abowte waue
Any langere,
his warkys may we ban;
ffor he has turned many man
Sen the tyme he began,
And done vs great hangere.
Primus Tortor
he will not leyfe yit / thof he be culpabyll;
Men call hym a prophete / a lord full renabyll.
Sir cayphas, bi my wytt / he shuld be dampnabill,
Bot wold ye two, as ye sytt / make it ferme and stabyll
To geder;
ffor ye two, as I traw,
May defende all oure law;
That mayde vs to you draw,
And bryng this losell heder.
Secundus Tortor
Sir, I can tell you before / as myght I be maryd,
If he reyne any more / oure lawes ar myscaryd.
Primus Tortor
Sir, opposed if he wore / he shuld be fon waryd;
That is well seyn thore / where he has long tarid
And walkyd.
he is sowre lottyn:
Ther is somwhat forgottyn;
I shall thryng out the rottyn,
Be we haue all talkyd.
Cayphas
Now fare myght you fall / for youre talkyng!
ffor, certys, I my self shall / make examynyng.
harstow, harlott, of all? / of care may thou syng!
How durst thou the call / aythere emperoure or kyng?
I do fy the!
what the dwill doyst thou here?
Thi dedys will do the dere;
Com nar and rowne in myn eeyr,
Or I shall ascry the.
Illa-hayll was thou borne! / harke! says he oght agane?
Thou shall onys or to-morne / to speke be full fayne.
This is a great skorne / and a fals trane;
Now wols-hede and out-horne / on the be tane!
Vile fature!
Oone worde myght thou speke ethe,
yit myght it do the som letht,
Et omnis qui tacet
hic consentire videtur.
Speke on oone word / right in the dwyllys name!
where was thi syre at bord / when he met with thi dame?
what, nawder bowted ne spurd / and a lord of name!
Speke on in a torde / the dwill gif the shame,
Sir sybre!
Perde, if thou were a kyng,
yit myght thou be ridyng;
ffy on the, fundlyng!
Thou lyfys bot bi brybre.
Lad, I am a prelate / a lord in degre,
Syttys in myn astate / as thou may se,
knyghtys on me to wate / in dyuerse degre;
I myght thole the abate / and knele on thi kne
In my present;
As euer syng I mes,
whoso kepis the lawe, I gess,
he gettis more by purches
Then bi his fre rent.
The dwill gif the shame / that euer I knew the!
Nather blynde ne lame / will none persew the;
Therfor I shall the name / that euer shall rew the,
kyng copyn in oure game / thus shall I indew the,
ffor a fatur.
Say, dar thou not speke for ferde?
I shrew hym the lerd,
weme! the dwillys durt in thi berd,
vyle fals tratur!
Though thi lyppis be stokyn / yit myght thou say, mom;
Great wordis has thou spokyn / then was thou not dom.
Be it hole worde or brokyn / com, owt with som,
Els on the I shall be wrokyn / or thi ded com
All outt.
Aythere has thou no wytt,
Or els ar thyn ere dytt;
why bot herd thou not yit?
So, I cry and I showte.
Anna
A, sir, be not yll payde / though he not answere;
he is inwardly flayde / not right in his gere.
Cayphas
No, bot the wordis he has saide / doth my hart great dere.
Anna
Sir, yit may ye be dayde. /
Cayphas
nay, whils I lif nere.
Anna
Sir, amese you.
Cayphas
Now fowll myght hym befall!
Anna
Sir, ye ar vexed at all,
And perauentur he shall
here after pleas you;
we may bi oure law / examyn hym fyrst.
Cayphas
Bot I gif hym a blaw / my hart will brist.
Anna
Abyde to ye his purpose knaw. /
Cayphas
nay, bot I shall out thrist
Both his een on a raw. /
Anna
sir, ye will not, I tryst,
Be so vengeabyll;
Bot let me oppose hym.
Cayphas
I pray you, and sloes hym.
Anna
Sir, we may not lose hym
Bot we were dampnabill.
Cayphas
he has adyld his ded / a kyng he hym calde;
war! let me gyrd of his hede! /
Anna
I hope not ye wold;
Bot sir do my red / youre worship to hald.
Cayphas
Shall I neuer ete bred / to that he be stald
In the stokys.
Anna
Sir, speke soft and styll,
let vs do as the law will.
Cayphas
Nay, I myself shall hym kyll,
And murder with knokys.
Anna
Sir, thynk ye that ye ar / a man of holy kyrk,
ye shuld be oure techer / mekenes to wyrk.
Cayphas
yei, bot all is out of har / and that shall he yrk.
Anna
All soft may men go far / oure lawes ar not myrk,
I weyn;
Youre wordys ar bustus,
Et hoc nos volumus
Quod de Iure possumus:
ye wote what I meyn;
It is best that we trete hym / with farenes.
Cayphas
We, nay!
Anna
And so myght we gett hym / som word for to say.
Cayphas
war! let me bett hym! /
Anna
syr, do away!
ffor if ye thus thrett hym / he spekys not this day.
Bot herys;
wold ye sesse and abyde,
I shuld take hym on syde
And inquere of his pryde,
how he oure folke lerys.
Cayphas
he has reuyd ouer lang / with his fals lyys,
And done mekyll wrang / sir cesar he defyes;
Therfor shall I hym hang / or I vp ryse.
Anna
Sir, the law will not he gang / on nokyn wyse
Vndemyd;
Bot fyrst wold I here
what he wold answere;
Bot he dyd any dere
why shuld he be flemyd?
And therfor examynyng / ffyrst will I make,
Sen that he callys hym a kyng. /
Cayphas
bot he that forsake
I shall gyf hym a wryng / that his nek shall crak.
Anna
Syr, ye may not hym dyng / no word yit he spake,
That I wyst.
hark, felow, com nar!
wyll thou neuer be war?
I haue meruell thou dar
Thus do thyn awne lyst.
Bot I shall do as the law wyll / if the people ruse the;
Say, dyd thou oght this yll? / can thou oght excuse the?
why standys thou so styll / when men thus accuse the?
ffor to hyng on a hyll / hark how thay ruse the
To dam.
Say, art thou godys son of heuen,
As thou art wonte for to neuen?
Jesus
So thou says by thy steuen,
And right so I am;
ffor after this shall thou se / when that [I] do com downe
In brightnes on he / in clowdys from abone.
Cayphas
A, ill myght the feete be / that broght the to towne!
Thou art worthy to de! / say, thefe, where is thi crowne?
Anna
Abyde, sir,
let vs lawfully redres.
Cayphas
we nede no wytnes,
hys self says expres;
whi shuld I not chyde, sir?
Anna
was ther neuer man so wyk / bot he myght amende.
when it com to the pryk / right as youre self kend.
Cayphas
Nay, sir, bot I shall hym styk / euen with myn awne hend;
ffor if he reue and be whyk / we ar at an end,
All sam!
Therfor, whils I am in this brethe,
let me put hym to deth.
Anna
Sed nobis non licet
Interficere quemquam.
Sir, ye wote better then I / we shuld slo no man.
Cayphas
his dedys I defy / his warkys may we ban,
Therfor shall he by. /
Anna
nay, on oder wyse than,
And do it lawfully. /
Cayphas
as how?
Anna
tel you I can.
Cayphas
let se.
Anna
Sir take tent to my sawes;
Men of temporall lawes
Thay may deme sich cause,
And so may not we.
Cayphas
My hart is full cold / nerehand that I swelt;
ffor talys that ar told / I bolne at my belt,
Vnethes may it hold / my body, an ye it felt;
yit wold I gif of my gold / yond tratoure to pelt
ffor euer.
Anna
Good sir, do as ye hett me.
Cayphas
whi shall he ouer-sett me?
Sir anna, if ye lett me
ye do not youre deuer.
Anna
Sir, ye ar a prelate. /
Cayphas
so may I well seme,
My self if I say it. /
Anna
be not to breme;
Sich men of astate / shuld no men deme,
bot send them to pilate / the temporall law to yeme
has he;
he may best threte hym,
And all to rehete hym;
It is shame you to bete hym
Therfor, sir, let be.
Cayphas
ffy on hym and war! / I am oute of my gate;
say why standys he so far. /
Anna
sir, he cam bot late.
Cayphas
No, bot I haue knyghtys that dar / rap hym on the pate.
Anna
ye ar bot to skar / good sir abate,
And here;
what nedys you to chyte?
what nedys you to flyte?
If ye yond man smyte,
ye ar irregulere.
Cayphas
he that fyrst made me clerk / and taght me my lare,
On bookys for to barke / the dwill gyf hym care!
Anna
A, good sir, hark! / sich wordys myght ye spare.
Cayphas
Els myght I haue made vp wark / of yond, harlot and mare,
perde!
Bot certys, or he hens yode,
It wold do me som good
To se knyghtys knok his hoode
with knokys two or thre.
ffor sen he has trespast / and broken oure law,
let vs make hym agast / and set hym in awe.
Anna
sir, as ye haue hast / it shalbe, I traw.
Com and make redy fast / ye knyghtys on a raw,
youre arament;
And that kyng to you take,
And with knokys make hym wake.
Cayphas
yei, syrs, and for my sake
Gyf hym good payment.
ffor if I myght go with you / as I wold that I myght,
I shuld, make myn avowe / that ons or mydnyght
I shuld make his heede sow / wher that I hyt right.
Primus Tortor
Sir, drede you not now / of this cursed wight
To day,
ffor we shall so rok hym,
and with buffettys knok hym.
Cayphas
And I red that ye lok hym,
That he ryn not away,
ffor I red not we mete / if that lad skap.
Secundus Tortor
Sir, on vs be it / bot we clowt well his kap.
Cayphas
wold ye do as ye heytt / it were a fayr hap.
Primus Tortor
Sir, see ye and sytt / how that we hym knap,
Oone ffeste;
Bot or we go to this thyng,
Sayn vs, lord, with thy ryng.
Cayphas
Now he shall haue my blyssyng
That knokys hym the best.
Secundus Tortor
Go we now to oure noyte / with this fond foyll.
Primus Tortor
we shall teche hym, I wote / a new play of yoyll,
And hold hym full hote / frawrord, a stoyll
Go fetch vs!
Froward
We, dote! / now els were it doyll
And vnneth;
ffor the wo that he shall dre
let hym knele on his kne.
Secundus Tortor
And so shall he for me;
Go fetche vs a light buffit.
Froward
why must he sytt soft / with a mekill myschaunce,
That has tenyd vs thus oft? /
Primus Tortor
sir, we do it for a skawnce;
If he stode vp on loft / we must hop and dawnse
As cokys in a croft. /
Froward
Now a veniance
Com on hym!
Good skill can ye shew,
As fell I the dew;
haue this, bere it, shrew!
ffor soyn shall we fon hym.
Secundus Tortor
Com, sir, and syt downe / must ye be prayde?
lyke a lord of renowne / youre sete is arayde.
Primus Tortor
we shall preue on his crowne / the wordys he has sayde.
Secundus Tortor
Ther is none in this towne / I trow, be ill payde
Of his sorow,
Bot the fader that hym gate.
Primus Tortor
Now, for oght that I wate,
All his kyn commys to late
his body to borow.
Secundus Tortor
I wold we were onwarde. /
Primus Tortor
bot his een must be hyd.
Secundus Tortor
yei, bot thay be well spard / we lost that we dyd;
Step furth thou, froward! /
Froward
what is now betyd?
Primus Tortor
Thou art euer away ward. /
Froward
haue ye none to byd
Bot me?
I may syng ylla-hayll.
Secundus Tortor
Thou must get vs a vayll.
Froward
ye ar euer in oone tayll.
Primus Tortor
Now ill myght thou the!
well had thou thi name / for thou was euer curst.
Froward
Sir, I myght say the same / to you if I durst;
yit my hyer may I clame / no penny I purst;
I haue had mekyll shame / hunger and thurst,
In youre seruyce.
Primus Tortor
Not oone word so bold!
Froward
why, it is trew that I told!
ffayn preue it I wold.
Secundus Tortor
Thou shalbe cald to peruyce.
Froward
here a vayll haue I fon / I trow it will last.
Primus Tortor
Bryng it hyder, good son / that is it that I ast.
Froward
how shuld, it be bon? /
Secundus Tortor
abowte his heade cast.
Primus Tortor
yei, and when it is well won / knyt a knot fast
I red.
Froward
Is it weyll?
Secundus Tortor
yei, knaue.
Froward
what, weyn ye that I rafe?
Cryst curs myght he haue
That last bond his head!
Primus Tortor
Now sen he is blynfold, / I fall to begyn,
And thus was I counseld / the mastry to wyn.
Secundus Tortor
Nay, wrang has thou told / thus shuld, thou com in!
Froward
I stode and beheld, / thou towchid, not the skyn,
Bot fowll.
Primus Tortor
how will thou I do?
Secundus Tortor
On this manere, lo!
Froward
yei, that was well gone to,
Thar start vp a cowll.
Primus Tortor
Thus shall we hym refe / all his fonde talys.
Secundus Tortor
Ther is noght in thi nefe / or els thi hart falys.
Froward
I can my hand vphefe / and knop out the skalys.
Primus Tortor
Godys forbot ye lefe / bot set in youre nalys
On raw.
Sit vp and prophecy.
Froward
Bot make vs no ly.
Secundus Tortor
who smote the last?
Primus Tortor
was it I?
Froward
he wote not, I traw.
Primus Tortor
ffast to sir cayphas / go we togeder.
Secundus Tortor
Ryse vp with ill grace / so com thou hyder.
Froward
It semys by his pase / he groches to go thyder.
Primus Tortor
we haue gyfen hym a glase / ye may consyder,
To kepe.
Secundus Tortor
Sir, for his great boost,
with knokys he is indoost.
Froward
In fayth, sir, we had almost
knokyd hym on slepe.
Cayphas
Now sen he is well bett / weynd on youre gate,
And tell ye the forfett / vnto sir pylate;
ffor he is a Iuge sett / emang men of state,
And looke that ye not let. /
Primus Tortor
Com furth, old crate,
Be lyfe!
we shall lede the a trott.
Secundus Tortor
lyft thy feet may thou not.
Froward
Then nedys me do nott
Bot com after and dryfe.
Cayphas
Alas, now take I hede! /
Anna
why mowrne ye so?
Cayphas
ffor I am euer in drede / wandreth, and wo,
lest pylate for mede / let ihesus go;
Bot had I slayn hym indede / with thise handys two,
At onys,
All had bene qwytt than;
Bot gyftys marres many man.
Bot he deme the sothe than,
The dwill haue his bonys!
Sir anna, all I wyte you this blame / for had ye not beyn,
I had mayde hym full tame / yei, stykyd hym, I weyn,
To the hart full wan / with this dagger so keyn.
Anna
Sir, you must shame / sich wordys for to meyn
Emang men.
Cayphas
I will not dwell in this stede,
Bot spy how thay hym lede,
And persew on his dede.
ffare well! we gang, men.


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