On her he got a knavë 1621 child anon, And to a Bishop and to his Constable eke He took his wife to keep, when he is gone To Scotland-ward, his foemen for to seek. Now fair Constance, that is so humble and meek, So long is gone with childë till that still She held her chamb’r, abiding Christë’s will

The time is come, a knavë child she bare; Mauricius at the font-stone they him call. This Constable doth forth come 1622 a messenger, And wrote unto his king that clep’d was All’, How that this blissful tiding is befall, And other tidings speedful for to say. He 1623 hath the letter, and forth he go’th his way.