And wurthely servyd at my degré;
Com forthe knyghtes, sytt down and ete,
And be as mery as ȝe kan be.
Primus Miles. Lord, at ȝowre byddynge we take oure sete,
With herty wyl obey we the;
Ther is no lord of myght so grett,
Thorwe alle this werde in no countré,
In wurchepp to abyde!
Herodes. I was nevyr meryer here beforn,
Suthe that I was fyrst born,