And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!
Þerfor þe kyng was sory, and stiede in to þe soler of þe yate, and wepte, and spak thus goynge, My sone, Absolon! Absolon, my sone! who yyueth to me, þat Y die for þee? Absolon, my sone! my sone, Absolon!