You showe yourselves right bold and brave;
And whethersoe'er I live or dye,
A father's blessing you shall have.
"But what sayst thou, O Francis Norton,[118]
Thou art mine eldest sonne and heire:
Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast;
Whatever it bee, to mee declare."
"Father, you are an aged man,
Your head is white, your bearde is gray;
It were a shame at these your years