To blowe a blaste with his long breth extendid;
Eolus, your trumpet, that[1552] knowne is so farre,
That bararag blowyth in euery mercyall warre,
Let hym blowe now, that we may take a[1553] vewe
What poetis we haue at our retenewe;
To se if Skelton wyll[1554] put hymselfe in prease
Amonge the thickeste of all the hole rowte; 240
Make noyse enoughe, for claterars loue no peas;
Let se, my syster, now spede you,[1555] go aboute;
Anone, I sey, this trumpet were founde out,