And the king said to Absalom, Nay, my son, let us not all go, lest we be burdensome unto thee. And he pressed him: howbeit he would not go, but blessed him.
And þe kyng seide to Absolon, Nyle thou, my sone, nyle thou preye, þat alle we come, and greeue þee. Forsoþe whanne he constreynede Dauid, and he nolde go, he blesside Absolon.