He askt the Queenes Messenger how far he rode:
loth he was him to tell; 112
the litle one was offended att him,
bid him adew, farwell!
Said, "turne thou againe, thou messenger,
greete our Queene well from me; 116
when Bale is att hyest, boote is att next,
helpe enough there may bee!
"bid our queene remember what she did dreame
in her bedd wheras shee lay; 120
shee dreamed the grype & the grimly beast
had carryed her crowne away,
"her gorgett & her kirt[l]e of gold,
alsoe her faire head geere, 124
ne wold have werryed her with his tushe
& borne her into her nest,
"Saving there came a litle hawke—
men call him a merlyon— 128
vntill the ground he did strike him downe,
that dead he did ffall downe.
"bidd the queene be merry att her hart,
euermore light & glad, 132
when bale is att hyest, boote is at next,
helpe enoughe there shalbe [had.">[
then the Queenes Messenger rode backe,
a gladed man then was hee; 136
when he came before our Queene,
a gladd woman then was shee;
shee gaue the Messenger 20li:
O lord, in gold & ffee, 140
saies, "spend & spare not while this doth last,
then feitch thou more of me."
Our Queene was put in a tunne to burne,
She thought no thing but death; 144
thé were ware of the litle one
came ryding forth of the East
with a Mu (line cut away) ...
a louelie child was hee: 148
when he came to that fier,
he light the Queene full nigh;