Come to me, sweet, and in after years you can tell that a queen has nursed you," and she stretched out her arms.
As good fortune would have it the child was awake, and attracted by the Queen's pleasant voice, or perhaps by the necklace of bright gems that she wore, he held out his little hands towards her and went quite contentedly to her breast.

Jane Seymour, for it was she, began to fondle him with delight, then, followed by her lady, ran to the King, saying-- "See, Harry, see what a beautiful boy, and how he loves me.

God send us such a son as this!" The King glanced at the child, then answered-- "Aye, he would do well enow.

Well, it rests with you, Jane.

Nurse him, nurse him, perhaps the sex is catching.