What so ere betyde, I cannot say him nay.
Off goes the habite of a maidens heart,
And, seeing fortune will, faire Fremingham, 90
And all the shew of holy nuns, farewell!
Lacie, for me, if he wilbe my lord.
Lacie. Peggie, thy lord, thy love, thy husband.[1557]
Trust me, by truth of knighthood, that the king
Staies for to marry matchles Ellinour, 95
Until I bring thee richly to the court,
That one day may both marry her and thee.—