Bishops
(i)
44 The Lorde sayd vnto my Lorde: sit thou on my ryght hande, tyll I make thyne enemyes thy footestoole
45 If Dauid then call him Lorde, howe is he then his sonne
46 And no man was able to aunswere hym a worde: neither durst any man (from that day foorth) aske hym any mo questions