My ffo is sought,
To deth is he brought,—
Now come up to me.
In sete now am I sett, as kynge of myghtys most,
Alle this werd ffor ther love to me xul thei lowt;
Bothe of hevyn, and of erthe, and of helle cost,
ffor dygne of my dygnyté thei have of me dowt.
Ther is no lord lyke on lyve to me wurthe a toost,
Nether kyng nor kayser in alle this world abought;
If any brybour do bragge or blowe aȝens my bost,