Welckome, Lorde, sweete Jesu,
Blessed be the tyme that I thee knewe!
From death to liffe through thy vertue a a a b
Thou raysed me not yore;
Fower dayes in eairth when I [had] layne,
Thou granteste me life againe.
Thee I honoure with all my mayne, c c c b
Nowe and ever more.
But other metres are frequently used.
A very fine dramatic effect is produced in some of the plays by the
sudden use of the short Skeltonian metre. In the play of the _Passion_
the Tormentors cry:--
And thou be messye
And loth for to lye
Who smote thee? Crye
If thou be Christe.
Now he is bounden
Be he never so wounden
Soon he shall be founden
With flaps in fear.
In woe he is wounden
And his grain is grounden,
No lad unto London
Such law can him lere (teach).