Altho’ it was some miles about,
Kept hollow ways not to be seen,
Where woods and planting did him screen,
And ’bout the setting of the sun,
He spy’d them entering the town.
A halt he made, judg’d what to do,
Of’s being there they nothing knew.
Much like his own their number seem’d,
Then for to fight, it best he deem’d:
And what favour’d his notion more,