And it seemed for to swell him no little with pride;
For he said to himself, “Where is Joan my sweet wife?
Sure she never did see me so fine in her life.”
From a convenient place, the right Duke, his good grace,
Did observe his behaviour in every case.
To a garden of state, on the Tinker they wait,
Trumpets sounding before him: thought he, “This is great!”
Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view,
With Commanders and Squires in scarlet and blew.
A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests,