And for to skulk had no occasion.
He orders the Prince, now Lewis Cawe,
For to ly down some space awa’,
While he into his sister’s went,
Their doleful case to represent.
She him embrac’d, and wept amain,
As in the war she thought him slain:
He said, dear sister, here I’m come
Myself to hide, if you have room,
With one, my servant, Lewis Cawe,