[1] Hauing lente to the King his Signet to ſeale a Letter, who hauing powdred Erimites engrayled in the Scale, why howe now Wiſe quoth the King. what? haſt thou Liſe here? And if it like your Maieſtie, quoth ſir Williã, a louſe is a riche Coate, for by giuing the Louſe, I part Armes with the French King, in that he gyueth the Floure de Lice. Whereat the king heartily laughed, to heare how pretily ſo byting a taunt (namely proceeding from a Prince) was ſodaynly turned to ſo pleaſaunte a con|ceyte.