Henrie. Tis true, my lord, tis wondrous for to heare;
Her beautie passing Marces[1512] parramour, 45
Her virgins right[1513] as rich as Vestas was:
Lacie and Ned hath told me miracles.
Castile. What saies Lord Lacie? shall she be his wife?
Lacie. Or els Lord Lacie is unfit to live.—
May it please your highnesse give me leave to post 50
To Fresingfield, Ile fetch the bonny girle,
And proove, in true apparance at the court,
What I have vouched often with my tongue.