Now come we to the wonderment
Of Christendom, and eke of Kent,
The Trinity; which to surpass,
Doth deck her spokesman[46] by a glass:
Who, clad in gay and silken weeds,
Thus opes his mouth, hark how he speeds.
I wonder what your grace doth here,
Who have expected been twelve year,
And this your son, fair Carolus,
That is so Jacobissimus[47]: