Woe was this king when he this letter had seen, But to no wight he told his sorrows sore, But with his owen hand he wrote again; “Welcome the sond 1632 of Christ for evermore To me, that am now learned in this lore: 1633 Lord, welcome be thy lust 1634 and thy pleasance, My lust I put all in thine ordinance.

“Keepë 1635 this child, all be it foul or fair, And eke my wife, unto mine homecoming: Christ when him list may send to me an heir, More agreeáble than this to my liking.” This letter he sealed, privily weeping. Which to the messenger was taken soon, And forth he went, there is no more to do’n. 1636