4th Torturer. Let me go to it, if I shall
I hope that I be the best marshal[299]
For to clink[300] it right.
Do raise him up now when we may,
For I hope he and his palfrey
Shall not twine[301] this night.
1st Torturer. Come hither, fellows, and have done,
And help that this tree soon
Be lift with all your sleight.
2nd Torturer. Yet let us work awhile,
And no man now the other beguile
Till it be brought on height.
3rd Torturer. Fellows, lay on all your hende[302]
For to raise this tree on ende
And lets see who is last.
4th Torturer. I rede we do as he says,
Set we the tree on the mortase,[303]
And there, will it stand fast.
1st Torturer. Up with the timber.
2nd Torturer. Ah, it holds!
For him, that all this world wields,
Put from thee, with thy hand.
3rd Torturer. Hold even! amongst us all.
4th Torturer. Yea, and let it into the mortise fall,
For then will it best stand.
1st Torturer. Go we to it, and be we strong,
And raise it, be it never so long,
Since that it is fast bound.