Nor aske of God the victory to gaine,
Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe,
To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine,
And lastly to that insolence they grewe,
[Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast],
And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past.
For knots of corde to eu’ry Towne they send,
The Captiu’d English that they caught to binde,
For to perpetuall slau’ry they intend:
Those that aliue they on the Field should finde,