He is an unlikely squire of dames.

There's a hill in my kingdom has long bided his coming.

Where waits the rascal now ?" "In the ante-chapel, your Majesty." "By the rood!" said Elizabeth in sudden amazement.

"In my ante-chapel, forsooth!" She looked beyond the doorway and saw the great red-topped figure of Buonespoir, his good-natured, fearless fare, his shock of hair, his clear blue eye--he was not thirty feet away.
"He comes to crave pardon for his rank offences, your benignant Majesty," said Lempriere.
The humour of the thing rushed upon the Queen.

Never before were two such naive folk at court.