University of Virginia Library

XV.

Enter King Edwarde and his Queen.
Qu.
But, loverde, why so many Normans here?
Me thinketh, we be not in English land,
These broided strangers alway do appear,
They part your throne, and sit at your right hand.

King.
Go to, go to, you do not understand.
They gave me life, and did my person keep;
They did me feast, and did embower me grand;
To treat them ill would let my kindness sleep.

Qu.
Mancas you have in store, and to them part;
Your liege-folk make much dole, you have their worth asterte.