My Lord High Steward his grace
With many a rich mace
Came guarded into the Palace
And with a pair of scales did weigh
Each word he did say
To keep his oration in ballace.
To tell you no lie
He liked the canopy
So well, and the chair he sat in
That my Lord High Steward still
Tis thought with a good will
He could have been contented to have been.
The Red Flap of the Law, next
Was to handle the text
And his part was to open the door.
But mark the disaster
My lord's grace his master
Had taken up all before.
The Attorney now began
Upon his legs to stand
Extolling the happiness of the King
That had lived so many years
And not one of his peers
Had committed so vile a thing.
And trust me twas strange
Of all that great range
That sat it out that day
That not one of them all
Should at some times fall
Wander or go a stray.
He used much scripture text
Which many there perplexed
Who did not think it possible
That a man of his trade
Who so much profit had made
Should be so well read in the Bible.
But the oration was witty
And truly twas pity
He did not longer stand
For by the quotations in the Law
He showed he was not raw
To matters that then were at hand.
The Solicitor most wise
Did lift up his eyes
And to my Lord Steward his grace
And in spite of his Majesty
For and his great canopy
Did look him full in face.
Then he declared
What might have been spared
That the fault was abominandum
And was beholding many ways
To the old English phrase
Sir Reverence non nominandum.
The prisoner now
Had leave to show
Concerning the rape of his wife
How that he did it not
But conceived it a plot
To take away him and his life.
But alas twas in vain
Himself for to strain
Since the Judges delivered in Plano
That to know by the touch
Was even just as much
As if it had been in Ano.
It's thought their trunk hose
Did also suppose
That in concubilu cum faeminis
There might be a rape
If lust made an escape
per ejectionem seminis.
But sure in this case
No dishonor to the place
Competent judges they were none
For by the close of their beards
Twas more than to be feared
They were Eunuchs every one.
Sir Thomas Fanshaw I'll swear
Above all that were there
By no means must be left out
For he fasted twelve hours and more
And two days before
To be able to turn round about.