Water indeed they had enough;
But found no sheep or venison,
The cattle being plund’red and gone.
At last, they chanced for to spy
A little smoking hut, near by:
Then said the Prince, Thither I’ll go,
Whether they should prove friend or foe:
Better for us be kill’d like men,
Than starved like fools: What say’st thou Glen?
Yet Glen refus’d, and said, I fear,