[1] No Ladie, quoth the Earle, with a lowde voyce, and the teares trilling downe his lecres, ſay not ſo, I truſt to ſee the day, when my yong couſin Edwarde, and the remnant of your chil|dren (as little reckning as hee maketh of them) ſhall diſdain the cõpanie of any ſuch ſkip Iack. Which prophecie fill out as truly as he foretold it, only ſauing that it ſtoode with God his plea|ſure, to call him to his mercie before he could ſee that day, after which doubtleſſe he longed and looked, I meane the reſtitution of the houſe of Kildare.