In the Ster Chambre he noddis and beks,
And bereth him there so stowte,
That no man dare rowte,
Duke, erle, baron, nor lorde,
But to his sentence must accorde; 340
Whether he be knyght or squyre,
All men must[169] folow his desyre.
What say ye of the Scottysh kynge?
That is another thyng.
He is but an yonglyng,