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And after many a weary step,
All wet-shod both in dirt and mire;
For labour doth some rest require.
From house to house then they did go,
Seeking that night where they might lie; But want of money was their woe,
And still their babe with cold did cry; With cap and knee their court'sy make, But none of them would pity take.
Lo! here a Princess of great blood
Doth pray a peasant for relief,
Yet few or none regard her grief:
When all in vain her speech was spent,
And that they could not house-room get,
To stand out of the rain and wet;
* Of St. Willebrode, at Wesel, in Germany, wherein the Dutchess fell in labour, and was delivered of a son, called Peregrine, afterwards Lord Willoughby of Eresby.--Sce Collins's Peerage, &c,
Then said the Dutchess to her dear, « O, that we had some fire here!"
Then did her husband so provide,
That fire and eoals they got with speed;
To dress her daughter that had need:
Anon the Sexton thither came,
And finding them there by the fire ; The drunken knave, all void of shame,
To drive them out was his desire; And spurning out the Noble Dame, Her Husband's wrath he did inflame.
And all in fury as he stood,
He wrung the church-keys from his hand,
Ran down his head as he did stand;
Then came the officers in haste,
And took the Dutchess and her child; And with her husband thus they past,
Like lambs beset with tigers wild; And to the Governor were brought, Who understood them not in aught.
Then Master Bertie brave and bold,
In Latin made a gallant speech,
And their high favour did beseech.
And thereupon arising streight,
With looks abased at the sight; Unto them all that there did wait,
He thus broke forth in words aright: * Behold! within your sight, quoth he, A Princess of most high degree!"
With that the Governor, and all ths rest,
Were much amaz’d the same to hear!
With rev’rence great, and princely cheer;
A son she had in Germany,
Peregrine Bertie call'd by name, Surnam'd the good Lord Willoughby,
Of courage great, and worthy fame: Her daughter young, that with her went, Was afterwards Countess of Kent.
For, when Queen Mary was deceas'd,
The Dutchess home return'd again;
By Queen Elizabeth's happy reign;
THE GOLDEN LEGEND.
WE have all of us admired in our youth the notable judicial decisions of Sancho Panchą in his government, without being at all disposed to question their claims to originality. One of them, however, may be traced as far back as the Golden Legend. By placing both passages before him, the reader will be able to determine for himself.
" There was a man y' had borrowed of a Jewe a somme of money, and sware upon the awter of saynt Nycolas that he wolde rendre and paye it agayne as soone as he myght, and gave none other pledge. And this man helde this money so longe that the iewe demanded and asked his money. And he sayd that he had payed him. Than the iewe made hym to come before the lawe in judgement, and the othe was gyven to ye dettour, & he brought with hym an holowe staffe, in whiche he had
in golde, and he lente upon y staffe. And whan he shulde make his othe & swere, he delyvered his staffe to ye iewe to kepe and holde whyles he sware, and than sware y he had delyvered to him more than he ought to hym. And whā he had made the othe he demanded his staffe agayn
put the money