Agaynst the Lyon White,
But ran away quyte? 310
He ran away by nyght,
In the owle flyght,
Lyke a cowarde knyght.
Adue, cowarde, adue,
Fals knight, and mooste vntrue!
I render thé, fals rebelle,
To the flingande fende of helle.
Harke yet, sir duke, a worde,