Her Grace sayd "Jane, make a jeste on Sweden," & here yt ys.
Leyf Ericksonne sayld backe to hys chylld home, onlie to ffynde hys name strucke from ye townes regystre. Hys wyfe went vexxd to ye Lord Maior, who spake saynge: "Fforgyve me, Mystrys Ericksonne, I must have taykn Leif offe my census."
And so Her Grace cloutd Jane wythe a shoe, about the headde, though ye Courte dydde smyle.
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