But you my Lord were glad to be imployd,
To trie how quaint an Orator you were,
But all the honour Salsbury hath got,
Is, that he was the Lord Embassador
130 Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.
The Commons cries, an answere from the King, my Lord of Salsbury.
King. Good Salsbury go backe againe to them,
[♦] Tell them we thanke them all for their louing care,
[♦] And had I not bene cited thus by their meanes,
My selfe had done it. Therefore here I sweare,