Matthew(i)
4 And the kynge hyd hys face and cryed with a loude voyce: my sonne Absalom, Absalom my sonne, my sonne.
5 And Ioab went into the house to the king and sayde: thou hast shamed thys daye the faces of all thy seruauntes, whyche thys daye haue saued thy lyfe, and the lyues of thy sonnes and doughters, and the lyues of thy wyues and concubines,
6 in that thou louest thyne enemies and hatest thy frendes. Thou hast declared thys daye that thou comest nether for thy Lordes nor seruauntes. For this daye I do perceyue, yf Absalom had lyued, and all we dyed this daye, that then it had pleased the wel.
7 Now therfore vp & come out, and speake kyndely vnto thy seruauntes, I sweare by the Lorde excepte thou come out, there wil not tarye one man with the this nyght. And that wilbe worsse vnto the, then al the euyl that fel on the from thyne youth vnto this hour.
8 Then the kinge arose and sat doune in the Gate. And it was tolde vnto al the people, how the kynge sat in the Gate. And then al the people came before the kynge. But Israel fled euery man to his tent.
9 And al the people were at stryffe thorowoute al the trybes of Israel sayinge: the kinge deliuered vs out of the hand of oure enemies, And he delyuered vs out of the hand of the Philistines. And nowe he is fled out of the land for Absalom.
10 For Absalom whom we anoynted ouer vs is dead in battel. Now therfore why are ye so styl, that ye bringe not the kynge agayne.