Court. Ab. A, I wolde to God that I were halfe so crafty, 1550
Or in electe vtteraunce halfe so eloquent,
As that I myght your noble grace content!
Magn. Truste me, with you I am hyghly pleasyd,
For in my fauour I haue you feffyd and seasyd.
He is not lyuynge your maners can amend;
Mary, your speche is as pleasant as though it were pend;
To here your comon, it is my hygh comforte;
Poynt deuyse all pleasure is your porte.
Court. Ab. Syr, I am the better of your noble reporte;