Our King he kept a false steward,
Men call’d him Sir Aldingar;
[He would have woo’d our comely Queene
To be his paramour].
II
He would have woo’d our comely Queene,
Her deere worship to betray:
Our Queene she was a good woman
And evermore said him nay.
III
Sir Aldingar was offended in ’s mind,
With her he was ne’er content,
But he sought what meanès he could find
In a fyer to have her brent[55].
IV
There came a lame lazar to the King’s gate,
A lazar ’was blind and lame;
He took the lazar upon his backe,
Upon the Queene’s bed did him lay.
V
Said, ‘Lye still, lazar, whereas thou lyest,
Looke thou goe not away;
I’le make thee a whole man and a sound
In two howres of a day.’