Transient.
Herodes Rex. A! fy, fy, on talys that I have ben tolde,
Here beforn my cruel kne;
How xulde a barn wax so bolde,
Be bestys yf he born be?
He is yong and I am olde,
An hardy kyng of hye degré;
This daye tho kyngges xal be kold,
If they cum ageyne be me.
My goddes I xalle upreyse!