And cowardly tourne your backes,
For all your comly crackes, 350
And, for feare par case
To loke hym in the face,
Ye wolde defoyle the place,
And ryn your way apace.
Thoughe I trym you thys trace
With Englyshe somwhat base,
Yet, saue[264] voster grace,
Therby I shall purchace