In the ancient city of ×London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of ×Canty, who did not want him. On the same day another ×English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed ×God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed