I, Abdias prophete, make this protestacion, That aftyr he is resyn to lyve onys aȝen, Dethe xal be drevyn to endles dampnacion, And lyff xal be grawntyd of paradys ful pleyn. _Joras Rex._ And I, Joras, also in the numbre of sefne, Of Jesse rote kynge, knowlyche that he Aftyr his resurreccion returne xal to hefne, Bothe God and verry man ther endles to be. _Abacuche propheta._ I, Abacuche prophete, holde wele with the, Whan he is resyn he xal up stye, In hevyn as juge sitt in his se, Us for to deme whan we xal dye. _Ozias Rex._ And I, Ozyas, kynge of hygh degré, Spronge of Jesse rote, dare welle sey this, Whan he is gon to his dygnyté, He xal send the sprytt to his discyplis. _Joelle propheta._ And I, Joel, knowe fulle trewe that is, God bad me wryte in prophesye, He wolde sende downe his sprytt i-wys, On ȝonge and olde ful sekyrlye. _Joathas rex._ My name is knowe, kyng Joathan, The ix.ᵉ kynge spronge of Jesse, Of my kynrede God wol be man, Mankend to save, and that joyth me. _Aggeus propheta._ With ȝow I do holde that am prophete Aggee, Com of the same hygh and holy stok, God of oure kynrede in dede born wyl be, ffrom the wulf to save al shepe of his flok. _Achas rex._ Off Jesse kyng Achas is my name, That falsly wurchepyd ydolatrye, Tyl Ysaie putt me in blame, And seyd a mayd xulde bere Messye. _Ozyas propheta._ Off that byrthe wyttnes bere I, A prophete Osyas men me calle, And aftyr that tale of Isaye, That mayd xal bere Emanuelle. _Ezechias rex._ My name is knowyn, kyng Eȝechias, The xj.ᵗᵉ kyng of this geneologye, And say fforsothe, as in this cas, A mayde be mekenes xal brynge mercye. _Sophosas propheta._ I a prophete callyd Sophonye, Of this matyr do bere wyttnes, And for trowth to sertyfie, That maydens byrthe oure welthe xal dresse. _Manasses rex._ Of this nobylle and wurthy generacion, The xij. kyng am I Manasses, Wyttnessynge here, be trew testyficacion, That maydenys childe xal be prince of pes. _Baruk propheta._ And I, Baruk prophete, conferme wurdys thes, Lord and prince of pes, thow that chylde be, Al his fomen ageyn hym that pres, Ryght a grym syre at domysday xal he be. _Amon rex._ Amon kynge, ffor the last conclusyon, Al thynge beforn seyd ffor trowthe do testyfie, Praynge that lord of oure synne remyssyon, At that dredful day he us graunt mercye. Thus we alle of this genealogye, Accordynge in on here in this place, Pray that heyȝ lorde whan that we xal dye, Of his gret goodnesse to grawnt us his grace! _Explicit Jesse._ VIII. THE BARRENNESS OF ANNA.