ffor bothe of hevyn and of herthe I am kynge sertayn.
I am the comelyeste kynge clad in gleteringe golde,
ȝa, and the semelyeste syre that may bestryde a stede;
I welde att my wylle alle wyghtes upon molde,—
ȝa, and wurthely I am wrappyd in a wurthy wede.
ȝe knyghtes so comely, bothe curteys and kene,
To my paleys wyl I passe, fulle prest I ȝow plyth;
ȝe dukys so dowty, ffolwe me be-dene
Onto my ryal paleys, the wey lyth ful ryght.
Wyghtly fro my stede I skyppe down in hast,—