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‘O pereles Soveraygne Quene, behold what this thy Town

Hath thee presented with at thy fyrst entraunce here:

Behold with how riche hope she ledeth thee to thy Crown,

Beholde with what two gyftes she comforteth thy chere.

The first is blessing tonges which many a welcome say,

Which pray thou mayst do wel, which praise thee to the sky,

Which wish to thee long lyfe, which blesse this happy day

Which to thy kingdomes heapes, all that in tonges can lye.

The second is true hertes which love thee from their roote,

Whose sute is tryumphe now, and ruleth all the game.

Which faithfulness have wone, and all untruthe driven out,

Which skip for joy when as they heare thy happy name.

Welcome therefore, O Quene, as much as herte can thinke;

Welcome agayn, O Quene, as much as tong can tell;

Welcome to joyous tonges, and hartes that will not shrink.

God thee preserve we praye and wishe thee ever well.’

At which wordes of the last line the hole People gave a great shout, wishing with one assent, as the chylde had said. And the Quenes Majestie thanked most heartely both the Citie for this her gentle receiving at the first, and also the People for confirming the same.”