And I said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
and seide to þe kyng, Kyng, lyue thou withouten ende; whi moreneth not my cheer? for þe citee of þe hows of þe sepulcris of my fadir is desert, eþer forsakun, and þe yatis þerof ben brent with fier.