Another wafts his Blade about his head,
And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.
They part their prisoners, passing them for debt,
And in their Ransome ratibly accord
To a Prince of ours, a Page of theirs they set;
And a French Lacky to an English Lord;
As for our Gentry them to hyre they’ll let,
And as good cheape as they can them afford,
Branded for Slaues that if they hapt to stray,
Knowne by the marke, them any one might slay.