"And very pretty Picking," sayth Master _Cheke_, "for a Man that hath had one Supper already off a King's Leavings ... for, you see, the pretty Boy goes to Bed at eight o' the Clock. What a young Miracle 'tis! A very Saint, Sir! excelling any _Edward_ hath been canonized. Marry, my Kinsman said I should have seene the sweet Child blush, when 'twas told him he was King; and then fall a weeping for his Father, whom, peradventure, none other loved soe purely; for Love kindles Love, they say, and, of a Surety, if the old King loved any one, he loved _him_." "Then, his Grace's Speech on his Crownation-day," quod Mistress _Fraunces_. "They brought him the three Swords, for the three Kingdoms. 'There ought to be yet another,' quod he, looking about; 'bring me a Bible.' When 'twas brought,—'This,' saith he, 'is the Sword of the Spirit; as the other three are the Swords of our Temporal Dominions: by them we govern, by this we must be governed, and under this we ought to live, to fight, to rule, and to guide all our Affairs.' A marvellous Saying for a Boy of nine Year old!" "Ah! I dare say my Kinsman put him up to it," said Master _Cheke_, "but indeed 'twas well rehearsed and well remembered." "Nay, I like not to hear the Credit of a good Thing taken away from its proper Owner in that Way," quod Mistress _Fraunces_ somewhat warmly. "Why should we say, 'Such an One was prompted?' 'such a Thing was forecast?' Doubtless, we all get our Teaching ... from ourselves or others; and some few, I think, be Heaven-taught." "Well, well," quod Master _Cheke_, shelling his Prawns; "'twas a pretty Word, we all must own. How he chode with his Nurse, e'en in the Nursery, for standing on a Bible to reach Somewhat off a Shelf!" "And that was before he learned Lip wisdom of Master _Cheke_," quod Mistress _Fraunces_. "However, Sir, I disparage not your Kinsman, though I will not hear you disparage the King. Honour to whom Honour is due." I saw an almost imperceptible uprising of Master _Cheke's_ Eyebrows at this, as though he were inwardly saying, "Place to Ladies:" howbeit, Mistress _Fraunces_ kept her Ground, and, I thought, becomingly. She thought so too, and mentioned afterwards that she had given it to him roundly. Master _Hewet_ was diverting the Discourse, when a Cry without of "Clubs! Clubs!" was followed by a Shrilling and Screaming like Swifts round a Steeple, and an uproarious Hallooing and Whooping all along the Bridge. Master _Cheke_ started up, and then re-seated himself, muttering, "Young Rascallions!" "And yet," quod Master _Hewet_, "they are the Stuff our sober substantial Citizens are made of. Oh, Sir, I don't mind speaking freely before my 'Prentice Lads. They will hear no dangerous Matter from me, and cannot be too early made to feel that we are all one Family. Let them be merry and wise; the Error is in aiming to be one without the other."