Classic Poem

Stand ! Who goes there?
We charge you, appear
Fore our constable here
(In the name of the Man in the Moon).
To us billmen relate
Why you stagger so late,
And how you come drunk so soon. Pages
What are ye (scabs)? Watch
The Watch.
This the constable. Pages
A patch. Constable
Knock 'em down unless they all stand.
If any run away,
'Tis the old watchman's play,
To reach him a bill of his hand. Pages
O, gentlemen, hold,
Your gowns freeze with cold,
And your rotten teeth dance in your head. Epiton
Wine, nothing shall cost ye. Samias
Nor huge fires to roast ye. Dares
Then soberly let us be led. Constable
Come, my brown bills we'll roar,
Bounce loud at tavern door, Omnes
And i' th' morning steal all to bed.