The lord of Learne, then he light down,
And kissed his child both cheek and chin,
And said, ‘God bless thee, my son and my heir,
The bliss of heaven that thou may win!’
92.
The false steward and the duke of France
Were in a castle top truly:
‘What fools are yond,’ says the false steward,
‘To the porter makes so low courtesy?’
93.