Then prayed she her husband meekëly In the relief of her long piteous pine, 1725 That he would pray her father specially, That of his majesty he would incline To vouchësafe some day with him to dine: She pray’d him eke, that he should by no way Unto her father no word of her say.

Some men would say, how that the child Mauríce Did this messáge unto the emperor: But, as I guess, Alla was not so nice, 1726 To him that is so sovereign of honór As he that is of Christian folk the flow’r, Send any child, but better ’tis to deem He went himself; and so it may well seem.