And let report to England this Conuey
That it for me no Ransome e’r shall rayse,
Either I’le Conquer, or here end my dayes.
It were no glory for vs to subdue
Them, then our number, were the French no more;
When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue,
Three times so many as themselues before,
But to doe something that were strange and new:
Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore;
Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne,