York Mystery Plays
The Bowyers' and Fletchers' Play
The Bowyers' and Fletchers' Play |
| Written by Jonathan Malory | |
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XXIX
I SOLDIER Say, who's here? Say, who's here?
3 SOLDIER I, a friend, Well known in this country for a knight.
2 SOLDIER Go forth. On your way may ye wend;
I SOLDIER Go back now, good sirs; ye both are to blame,
4 SOLDIER Why, sirs, it were well to welcome us home;
2 SOLDIER Why, who is that?
3 SOLDIER The Jews' king, Jesus by name.
I SOLDIER Ah, ye be welcome; that safely is said.
4 SOLDIER Lo, see here the same.
2 SOLDIER Abide as I bid, and be not adread.
CAIAPHAS Peace, rascals, less noise!
I SOLDIER My lord, it is well, if ye wist.
CAIAPHAS Well, say it no more; that is twice.
2 SOLDIER
CAIAPHAS Why, is the fool found?
2 SOLDIER Yes, lord, they bring a boy in a band bound.
CAIAPHAS Where, now ?
ANNAS My lord, with your leave, as I ought, I am here.
CAIAPHAS Ah sir, then sit we together. Draw near.
ANNAS Do sir, bid them bring in that boy that is bound.
CAIAPHAS Peace now, Sir Annas, be still: let him stand.
ANNAS Sir, this game is begun of the best;
CAIAPHAS Now; 'faith, I am fain he is fast.
3 SOLDIER My lord, to your bidding obedient we be.
4 SOLDIER Lord, try now to fright him.
CAIAPHAS Now I am fain,
3 SOLDIER Ah, lord, this base fellow has brewed much bale.
CAIAPHAS Therefore shall we speed us to spar off his spells.
ANNAS Say, lad, will ye not lout to a lord?
4 SOLDIER Not he, sir. By your leave, we shall learn him.
GAIAPHAS Nay, nay, sir; not so. Nay; nothing in haste,
ANNAS We might as well talk, sir, to some empty tun,
CAIAPHAS Since the boy for his boasting is into bale brought.
3 SOLDIER Our Sabbath day, we say, keeps he right nought,
4 SOLDIER Nay, sir, in that same day when we the sot sought,
CAIAPHAS What, then? Does he make them go well?
3 SOLDIER Yea, lord, and in every town
CAIAPHAS Ah!
4 SOLDIER Sir,
3 SOLDIER Yea, lord; and such wonders he worketh great store,
CAIAPHAS Go, loose him, and leave us, and trouble no more.
3 SOLDIER My lord, if it please you, he likes to pretend,
4 SOLDIER Malchus your man, lord, that had his ear shorn,
CAIAPHAS What! If to be nice he thinks good,
ANNAS Now by Belial's bones and his blood,
CAIAPHAS Nay, sir, no haste; we shall have game ere we go.
JESUS Sir, thou saidst it thyself, and truly I say
CAIAPHAS Why, fie on thee, faithless, untrue!
ANNAS We need neither witness nor counsel to call
CAIAPHAS So I shall.
JESUS My reasons are not to rehearse,
ANNAS Say, then, if you care to make verse,
JESUS Sir, if I tell you the truth, you will not assent,
CAIAPHAS ’For nought, forsooth! Rascal, I say 'tis a lie;
JESUS Sir, since you with wrong so turn me away,
CAIAPHAS Ah!
I SOLDIER Why, fie on thee, beggar! What made thee so bold
JESUS If my words be wrong, or too boastfully bold,
2 SOLDIER My Lord! will ye hear? ’Fore Mahoun,
CAIAPHAS Make ready, and ding you him down,
ANNAS Nay, sir; then you blemish our prelates' estate,
CAIAPHAS Why, sir, better so than be in debate.
ANNAS Then must you present him, good sir, to Pilate,
I SOLDIER My lord, let men lead him by night;
2 SOLDIER My lord, it is now in the night.
CAIAPHAS Fair sir, ye say best, and so shall it be,
I SOLDIER We shall learn him, my lord, by my loyalty,
CAIAPHAS Yea; and fellow, watch that he stay waking.
2 SOLDIER Yea, lord; that I warrant will we.
4 SOLDIER Let's see—who sets off for a stool?
I SOLDIER Lo, here’s one full fit for a fool.
I SOLDIER Nay,
3 SOLDIER Now, fair play, one and all. And there’s One.
I SOLDIER And there 's Two.
2 SOLDIER And there 's Three.
4 SOLDIER And there 's Four.
3 SOLDIER Say now, with an ill hap,
4 SOLDIER Thump on him with your fists, that he nap not.
I SOLDIER Nay, there's no need for napping this tide.
2 SOLDIER Yea, unless better jests he can bide,
I SOLDIER Now—
2 SOLDIER Sirs, we must present this page to Sir Pilate.
3 SOLDIER My lord, we have played with this youth,
CAIAPHAS Then heard ye some jesting, in truth?
4 SOLDIER Devil take the words, lord, he was saying.
ANNAS Sir, bid them go quick and bind him again;
CAIAPHAS Go, tell to Sir Pilate our grievance full plain,
I SOLDIER My lord, with your leave we must wend,
ANNAS Sir, your fair fellowship we wish to the fiend.
CAIAPHAS Go on, now; dance forth in the devil's way. |