Tunc respiciens senescallus vadit ad Herodem dicens,
Senescallus. Lord, I have walkyd be dale and hylle,
And wayted, as it is ȝour wylle;
The kynges iij. stelyn awey fulle stylle,
Thorwe Bedleem londe.
They wyl nevyr, so mot y the,
Come in the lond of Galylé,
ffor to se ȝour fay ceté,
Ne dedys of ȝour honde.
Herodes Rex. I ryde on my rowel ryche in my regne,
Rybbys fful reed with rape xal I sende;
Popetys et paphawkes I xal puttyn in peyne,
With my spere prevyn, pychyn, and to-pende.
The gowys with gold crownys gete thei nevyr ageyn,
To seke tho sottys sondys xal I sende;
Do howlott howtyn hoberd and heyn,
Whan here barnys blede undyr credyl bende;
Sharply I xal hem shende!
The knave childeryn that be
In alle Israel countré,
Thei xul have blody ble,
ffor on I calde unkende.
It is tolde in Grw,
His name xulde be Jhesu
I-fownde.
