Classic Poem

Principes portas tollite,
Undo your gates, ye Princes of pride,
Et introibit rex gloriae:
The King of bliss comes in this tide. Satan:

Out harrow. What hirelot is he
That says his Kingdom shall be cried? David ( in Limbo ):

That may thou in my Psalter see,
For of this Prince I prophesied.
I said that he should break
Your bars and bands by name,
And of your works take wreck:
Now shall thou see the same. Jesus:

This stead shall stand no longer stoken:
Open up and let my people pass. Diabolus:

Out behold our bailey broken
And bursten are all our bands of brass! Beelzebub:

What then, is Limbo lorn? Alas! Jesus:

Attollite portas, principes, vestras et
elevamini portae eternales et
introibit Rex Gloriae. Ribald:

Out harrow out! What devil is he
That calls him king over us all?
Hark, Beelzebub, come nigh,
For hideously I heard him call. Beelzebub:

Honour? Heard'st thou, hirelot, for what deed
All earthly men to me are thrall?
The Lad that thou callest Lord-in-lede
He never had herborough, house nor hall. Jesus:

Attollite portas, principes,
Open up, ye Princes of pains sere,
Et elevamini eternales
Your endless gates that ye have here. Satan:

What page is there that makes press
And calls him King of us in fere? David:

Of Him cometh all this light
That shineth in this bower,
He is full fierce in fight,
Worthy to win honour. Jesus:

Ye Princes of Hell, open your gate
And let my folk further gone:
A Prince of Peace shall enter thereat
Whether ye will or none. Ribald:

What art thou that speakest thus? Jesus:

A King of Bliss that hight Jesus.