Wept bothë young and old in all that place, When that the king this cursed letter sent; And Constance, with a deadly palë face, The fourthë day toward her ship she went: But natheless she took in good intent The will of Christ, and kneeling on the strond 1659 She saidë, “Lord, aye welcome be thy sond. 1660

“He that me keptë from the falsë blame, While I was in the land amongës you, He can me keep from harm and eke from shame In the salt sea, although I see not how: As strong as ever he was, he is yet now, In him trust I, and in his mother dear; That is to me my sail and eke my stere.” 1661