For they perceiu’d their owne to be iniust.
The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside,
And from the walls th’Artillary displac’d:
The Armes of England are aduanc’d in pride:
The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac’d:
Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride:
Into the Streetes their women runne in hast,
Bearing their little Children, for whose sake
They hop’d the King would the more mercy take.
The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph.