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.