166.
‘Your sonne, for he is tendre of age,
Of my wyne-seller shall he be;
And whan he commeth to mannës state,
Better avaunced shall he be.’
167.
‘And, Wyllyam, bring me your wife,’ said the quene,
‘Me longeth sore her to see:
She shall be my chefe gentlewoman,
And governe my nursery.’