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Onto his dwellynge
Now xul ȝe glyde.
Primus Rex. Nowe lede us alle
To the kynges halle,
How it befalle,
We pray to the.
Wyttys to wete
He may us pete,
In flesshe be glete,
Godys frute fre.
Senescallus. ffolwith in stownde
Upon this grownde,
To the castel rownde,
I xal ȝow teche
Were kynge wonyt wyde,
Up in this tyde,
In pompe and pryde,
His myght gynnyth reche.
Sere kyng in trone,
Here comyth anone
By strete and stone
Kynges thre.
They bere present,—
What thei have ment,
Ne whedyr they arn bent,
I cannot se.
Herodes rex. I xal hem crave
What they have;
Iff they rave,
Or waxyn wood,
I xal hem reve
