Tyl alle his blood be bledde.
Herod. Now I regne lyk a kynge areyd ful ryche,
Rollyd in ryngges and robys of array;
Dukys with dentys I dryve into the dyche,
My dedys be ful dowty demyd be day.
I xalle marryn tho men that belevyn amysse,
And there in sette there sacramentes are I say;
Theris no lorde in this werde that lokygh me lykei-wysse
ffor to lame herytykk of the lesse lay.
I am jolyere than the jay,