33 'Saving there came a little hawke, Men call him a merlyon; Vntill the ground he did strike him downe, _Tha_t dead he did ffall downe. 34 'Bidd the queene be merry att her hart, Euermore light and glad; When bale is att hyest, boote is at next, Helpe enoughe there shalbe.' 35 Then the queenes messenger rode backe, A gladed man then was hee; When he came before our queene, A gladd woman then was shee. 36 Shee gaue the messenger twenty pound, O lord, in gold and ffee; Saies, Spend and spare not while this doth last, Then feitch thou more of me. 37 Our queene was put in a tunne to burne, She thought no thing but death; Thé were ware of the little one Came ryding forth of the east. 38 W_i_th a mu... A louelie child was hee; When he came to that fier, He light the queene full nigh. 39 Said, Draw away these brands of fire Lie burning before our queene, And feitch me hither S_i_r Aldingar, _Tha_t is a knight soe keene. 40 When Aldingar see _tha_t little one, Ffull litle of him hee thought; If there had beene halfe a hundred such, Of them he wold not haue wrought. 41 Hee sayd, Come hither, S_i_r Aldingar; Thou seemust as bigge as a ffooder; I trust to God, ere I haue done w_i_th thee, God will send to vs [an] auger. 42 Saies, The first stroke that's giuen, S_i_r Aldingar, I will giue vnto thee, And if the second giue thou may, Looke then thou spare not mee. 43 The litle one pulld forth a well good sword, I-wis itt was all of guilt; It cast light there over _tha_t feild, It shone soe all of guilt. 44 He stroke the first stroke att Aldingar, He stroke away his leggs by his knee; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 45 Sayes, Stand vp, stand vp, thou false traitor, And fight vpon thy feete; For and thou thriue as thou begins, Of a height wee shalbe meete. 46 'A preist, a preist,' sayes Aldingar, 'Me for to houzle and shriue! A preist, a preist,' sayes Aldingar, 'While I am a man liuing a-liue! 47 'I wold haue laine by our comlie queene; To it shee wold neuer consent; I thought to haue betrayd her to our k_ing_, In a fyer to haue had her brent. 48 'There came a lame lazar to the k_ing_s gates, A lazar both blind and lame; I tooke the lazar vpon my backe, In the Queenes bed I did him lay. 49 'I bad him, Lie still, lazar, where he lay, Looke he went not away; I wold make him a whole man and a sound In two houres of a day. 50 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'Euer alacke!' sayes S_i_r Aldingar, 'Falsing neuer doth well;