I starting vp behelde one in my sight,
Dasht all in golden raies before me did appeare,
And sayde: “I am a god, beholde that standeth here.”
Miue eares were filde with noysè of trumpets sounde,
And dazled were mine eies, my sence was almost gon,
But yet amazde my knee vaylde to the grounde,
And sayde: “Heare lorde, thy will and mine be one,
What is thy minde, more redie there is none,
To ride, to runne, to trauell here and there,
By lande and seas halfe worthie if I were.