The author then states that he had heard of the Queen's illness and how the skill of Arbuthnot had restored her to health:—
A skilful leech (so God him speed)
They said had wrought this blessed deed,
This leech Arbuthnot was yclept,
Who many a night not once had slept;
But watch'd our gracious Sov'reign still:
For who could rest when she was ill?
O may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep!
Shear, swains, oh shear your softest sheep
To swell his couch; for well I ween,