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Mr King - highborn, noble and rich;
dance along - you'll now become my like.
It's a part of your station - mark my [words] -
to be fair - and merciful besides.
Has it happened thus for you and yours
then God will look mercifully at you.
Highborn duke of noble lineage,
so have they called you - your knights and servants,
but I will speak differently to you:
Hold on! I will break your heart.(1)
since it is ready - God has said [so].
When he asks him - the servant is blessed.
Death comes to me without question.
Alas, might I postpone it with him.
A hundred years and more it should take
before he should get a yes-word of me.
All my kingdom, counsel, knights and men[-of-war]
No one goes before me in this dance.
This I had earnestly often avenged
[those] that had spoken thus to me.
But now I must have patience
for my conscience blames me much.
Death comes here very unruly.
I must [go] forth - be it luck or danger.

(1) Death is quoting the book "Zwiegespräch zwischen Leben und Tod" from ca. 1484:
Neen, ik wyl dy noch anders spreken,
Ick wil dy dyn herte thobreken.