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' Bid our Queene remember what she did dreame
In her bedd wheras shee lay ; She dreamed the grype and the grimlie beast
Had carryed her crowne away ;
' Her gorgett and her kittle of gold,
Her head-geare [all soe drest] He wo'ld have worryed her with his tush,
And borne her into his nest.
' Saving there came a little hawke,
Men call him a merlion; "Did strike him downe untill the ground
That dead he did fall downe.
' Bidd the Queene be merry att her heart,
Evermore light and glad ; When bale is at hyest, boote is at nyest,
Helpe enough [shall be had '].
Then the Queen's messenger rode backe,
A gladded man then was hee; When that he came before our Queene,
A gladd woman then was shee.
She gave the messenger twenty pound,
O Lord, in gold and fee; Saies, ' Spend, nor spare while this doth last,
Then fetch thou more of me.'