As it was the lawe of the lande,
They kneled downe without lettynge,
And eche helde vp his hande.
117
They sayd, Lorde, we beseche you here,
That ye wyll graunte vs grace.
For we haue slayne your fatte falowe dere,
In many a sondry place.
118
‘What is your names?’ than sayd our kynge,