The xv.ᵗᵉ pagent come kynges iij., With gold, myrre, and ffrankynsens, Kyng Herowdys styward hem doth se, And bryngyth alle to his presens. The Kynges of Coleyn with hert ful ffre, Tolde kyng Herownde here dylygens, That thei south in that countré A kyng of kynges, ffrom fere thens A sterre led hem the way. The chylde is ȝoung and lyth in stalle. He xal be kyng of kynges alle, Beffore hym we thynk on kne to ffalle, And worchep hym this day. _Secundus vexillator._ In the xvj. pagent as wroth as wynde Is kyng Herownde, the sothe to say, And cruel knytes and unkende To sle male chylderyn he sendyth that day. But Cryst Jhesu thei may not ffynde, For Joseph hath led that childe away Unto Egypth, as we have mende, As angele to Joseph dyd byd and say In hyȝht. Tho chylderyn that syt in here moderes lap, To sowkyn ful swetly here moderes pap, The knythtes do sle hem evyn at a swap, This is a rewly syth. _Tertius vexillator._ In the xvij. pagent the knythtes, be-dene, Shulle brynge dede childeryn befor the kyng; Whan kyng Herownde that syth hath sene, fful glad he is of here kyllyng. Than kyng Herownde, withowtyn wene, Is sett to mete at his lykyng, In his most pride xal come gret tene, As ȝe xal se at oure pleyng. His sorwe xal awake; Whan he is sett at hese most pryde, Sodeyn deth xal thrylle his syde, And kylle his knyttes that with hym byde; The devyl ther soulys xal take. _Primus vexillator._ In the xviij. pagent we must purpose, To shewe whan Cryst was xij. ȝer of age, How in the temple he dede appose And answerd doctoris ryth wyse and sage. The blyssyd babe withowte glose, Overcam olde clerkes with suyche langage, That thei meveylyd, ȝe xal suppose, How that he cam to suche knowlage. And in this whyle, Thre days he was oute ffro his modyr, without doute, Wepyng she sowth hym rownde aboute Jherusalem many a myle. _Secundus vexillator._ In the xix. pagent xal seynt Jhon Baptyse Cryst, as I ȝow say, In the watyr of flom Jordone, With which devys, as we best may, The Holy Gost xal ovyr hym on, The ffaderes voys xal be herd that day, Out of hevyn that blisful trone, The fadyr xal be herd, this is no nay, And forth with pleyn. The Holy Gost xal be hys gyde Into desert therin to abyde, Xl.ᵗⁱ days a terme ful wyde, And xl.ᵗⁱ nyghtes to faste serteyn. _Tertius vexillator._