We go to seke that lovely thynge,—
To hym ffayn wolde I lowth.
Secundus rex. Balaam spake in prophecye,
A sterre xulde ful lovelye
Lythtyn upon mayd Marye,
Comyn of Jacobys kynne.
The childe is born, and lythe here by,
Blomyd in a madenys body,
A sterre hath strekyn upon the sky
And ledde us fayr be fenne.