That ther be no man xal towche ȝour kyng,
But yf he be knyght or jentylman born.
Fyrst his clothis ȝe xal of don,
And makyn hym nakyd for to be;
Bynde hym to a pelere, as sore as ȝe mon,
Than skorge hym with qwyppys that al men may se!
Whan he is betyn, crowne hym for ȝour kyng!
And than to the cros ȝe xal hym bryng!
And to the crosse thou xalt be fest,
And on thre naylys thi body xal rest!