She gave the messenger twenty pound,
O Lord, in gold and fee;
Saies, ‘Spend, nor spare while this doth last,
Then fetch thou more of me.’
XXXVII
Our Queene was put in a tunne[65] to burn;
She thought noe thing but death:
When they were ware of the Little One
’Came ryding forth of the east.
XXXVIII
With a mu[le and a bridle all of bells]
A lovelye child was hee;
When that he came to that fyér
He lighted the Queene full nigh.
XXXIX
Sayd, ‘Draw away these brands of fyer
’Lie burning before our Queene,
And fetch me hither Sir Aldingar
That is a knight soe keene.’
XL
When Aldingar saw that Little One,
Full little of him hee thought;
If there had been halfe a hundred such
Of them he would not have wrought[66].