Now, dere sone, syn thou hast evyr be so ful of mercy,
That wylt not spare thiself for the love thou hast to man;
On alle mankend now have thou pety,
And also thynk on thi modyr, that hevy woman.
XXIX. KING HEROD.
Primus doctor. O thou altitude of al gostly ryches!
O thou incomprehensibele of grete excyllence!
O thou luminarye of pure lyghtnes!
Shete oute thi bemys ontyl this audyens.