EMPEROR:

To bruise and buffet, gibe and jeer
And hale Me to the rood.

FIRST SOLDIER:
Say brothers, what thing shall we do
Until this judgment be gone through?
We must make some good sport.

SECOND SOLDIER:
Let's dice.
THIRD SOLDIER:
I have too thin a purse.
FIRST SOLDIER:
Drink.
SECOND SOLDIER:
Why, the wine's as thin.
THIRD SOLDIER:
Aye, worse.

SECOND SOLDIER:
And here's a prisoner twice as thin . . .
I'll tell you what we shall begin.

ALL:
What's that?

SECOND SOLDIER:
We'll play now in this hall
At: Jesus Christ is Lord of all.

ALL:
Well thought on! Fair and finely hit!
Come on! We'll make the prisoner "It" . . .
Here is a chair for Him to sit.

* They set Christ in the centre and go out. They return, in order, dancing and mumming. All sing the chorus, dancing about the chair.

POPE:
Here come I with a robe of red
And a crown to adorn His head,
The key of heaven, the key of hell,
And the world's treasure-house as well.

* He setteth the robe upon Him, thrusteth the tiara over His eyes, and giveth Him three keys.

CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.

* They bow the knee.
Here's a crown of another style,
Sword and sceptre for His hands,
* He giveth temporal crown, sword and sceptre.

POPE:
Lest He use them though, meanwhile
Tie Him up with fetter-bands.

* They fetter Him.

CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all.

* They bow the knee.

KING:
I am on Tom Tiddler's ground, etc.,
Picking up gold and silver.

POPE:
Hence, begone thou scurvy swine,
Gold and silver all are mine.

* Pope and King run together and fight. They dodge about the chair. Their blows miss each other and fall upon Christ. They dance back to back and separate.

KING:
Black and white, black and white,
Parchment is a pretty sight;
Who keeps quiet and serves the King
Can't go wrong in anything.

* He binds a charter upon Christ's mouth.

CHORUS:
Let us sing, whate'er befall:
Jesus Christ is Lord of all!

* They bow the knee to Christ and to King.

PREACHER:
Here's a better crown,
Here's a better gown,
Pull the old ones down.

* He putteth upon Christ a black gown and a shovel hat.

Take good heed and look
You still speak by the Book . . .