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Such welcome as our Abbey can afford, Your Majesty shall be assured of. Why are not you within to cheer the King? He now begins to mend, and will to meat. What, at thy Mumpsimus? away, And seek some means for to pastime the King. Alas, what means this Monk to murder me? Dare lay my life he'll kill me for my place. If I were dead indeed he is the next, But I'll away, for why the Monk is mad, And in his madness he will murder me. Alas good Thomas do not murder me, and thou shalt have my place with thousand thanks. If thou wilt needs, yet let me say my prayers. Wilt thou not hurt me holy Monk? say on. True. True. Thou sayest true. True. Oh blessed Monk! I see God moves thy mind to free this land from tyrants slavery. But who dare venture for to do this deed? Thomas kneel down, and if thou art resolved, I will absolve thee here from all thy sins, For why the deed is meritorious. Forward, and fear not man, for every month, Our Friars shall sing a Mass for Thomas soul. Pleases your Grace fit down. No my Liege, if I frown at all, it is for I fear this cheer too homely to entertain so mighty a guest as your majesty. All health & happiness to our sovereign lord the King. Good stote my Lord, of that you needs not fear, For Lincolnshire, and these our Abbey grounds Were never fatter, nor in better plighted. Not so my Lord, you, and the meanest follower of his majesty, are heartily welcome to me.