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I am a kynge of hyȝ degré,
Ther xal non ben above me,
I have florens and fryhthis fre,
            Parkys and powndes pleyne.

But goth to fynde that ȝe seche,
And yf ȝe knowe suche a leche,
And ȝe hym fynde, I ȝow beseche,
            Comyth aȝen be me.
And I xal be bothe blythe and do bowne,
That alle worchep to hym be done,
With reverens I xal seke hym sone,
            And honor hym on kne.

And, therfore, kynges, I ȝow pray,
Whan ȝe have don ȝour jurnay;
Come aȝen this same way.
            The trewthe to me to telle.
Come and telle me as ȝe spede,
And I xal qwyte ryght wel ȝour mede,
With gold and tresour and ryche wede,
            With furres ryche and wurth pelle.

Primus Rex. Kynge have good day,
I go my way,
            To seche
Lord of myght,—
He xal be ryght
            Oure leche.

Secundus Rex. Kynge fful sterne,
Be felde and ferne,
            I goo
To sekyn a kynge,—
He takyth wonynge
            In woo.