"Do you see yonders little boye,
A catching of the balle?
That is King Henryes youngest sonne,[1]
And I love him the worst of all.
"His head is fashyon'd like.a bull;
His nose is like a boare."
"No matter for that," King Henrye cryd,
"I love him the better therfore."
The king pulled off his fryars coate.
And appeared all in redde:
She shrieked, and cryd, and wrung her hands,
And sayd she was betrayde.
The king lookt over his left shoulder,
And a grimme look looked hee,
"Earl marshal", he sayd, "but for my oathe,
Or hanged thou shouldst bee."
NOTES
- She means that the eldest of these two was by the Earl Marshal, the youngest by the
king.