XV.

And after many a weary step,

All wet-shod both in dirt and mire;
After much grief their hearts yet leap,
For labour doth some rest require.

A town before them they did see,
But lodged there they could not be.

XVI.

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.

XVII.

Lo! here a Princess of great blood
Doth pray a peasant for relief,
With tears bedewed as she stood,

Yet few or none regard her grief:
Her speech they could not understand,
But some gave money in her hand.

XVIII.

When all in vain her speech was spent,
And that they could not house-room get,
Into a Church-porch then they went,
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

Then said the Dutchess to her dear, (6 VO, that we had some fire here!"

XIX.

Then did her husband so provide,

That fire and coals they got with speed;
She sat down by the fire-side,

To dress her daughter that had need:
And while she dress'd it in her lap,

Her husband made the infant pap.

XX.

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.

XXI.

And all in fury as he stood,

He wrung the church-keys from his hand, And struck him so that all the blood

Ran down his head as he did stand;

Wherefore the Sexton presently

For aid and help aloud did cry.

XXII.

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.

XXIII. Then

XXIII.

Then Master Bertie brave and bold,
In Latin made a gallant speech,
Which all their mis'ries did unfold,

And their high favour did beseech.

With that a Doctor sitting by
Did know the Dutchess presently.

XXIV.

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!"

XXV.

With that the Governor, and all ths rest,
Were much amaz'd the same to hear!

Who welcomed this new-come guest,

With rev'rence great, and princely cheer;

And afterwards convey'd they were
Unto their friend Prince Casimir.

XXVI.

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.

XXVII. For,

XXVII.

For, when Queen Mary was deceas'd,
The Dutchess home return'd again;
Who was of sorrow quite releas'd
By Queen Elizabeth's happy reign;
Whose godly life and piety
We may praise continually.

THE

THE GOLDEN LEGEND.

WE have all of us admired in our youth the notable judicial decisions of Sancho Pancha 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 put the money in golde, and he lente upon y staffe. And whan he sholde 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 wha he had made the othe he demanded his staffe agayn