XX.
One thought beſtowd on what would ſurely be;
But well his Aunt perceivd his dangerous toy,
And ſore ſhe ſeard her auncient familie
Should now be ſtaind with blood of baſe degree:
For ſooth to tell, her liefeſt hearts delight
Was ſtill to count her princely pedigree,
Through barons bold all up to Cadwall hight,
Thence up to Trojan Brute yſprong of Venus bright.
XXI.
From baſelie matching with plebeian bloud,
Whole nights ſhe ſchemd to ſhonne thilk foull diſgrace,
And Kathrin's bale in wondrous wrath ſhe vowd:
Yet could ſhe not with cunning portaunce ſhroud,
So as might best ſuccede her good intent,
But clept her lemman and vild ſlut aloud;
That ſoon ſhe ſhould her graceleſſe thewes repent,
And ſtand in long white ſheet before the parſon ſhent.
