‘Dear lady, fair lady, your labour’s in vain.’
5
‘Dear doctor, dear doctor, will you do this for me?
O open my right side, and save my baby:’
Then out spake King Henry, That never can be,
I’d rather lose the branches than the top of the tree.
6
The doctor gave a caudle, the death-sleep slept she,
Then her right side was opened and the babe was set free;
The babe it was christened, and put out and nursd,