O stay (quoth he) your Ensignes yet aduance,
Once more vpon the Enemy make head:
Neuer let France say, we were vanquisht so,
With our backs basely turn’d vpon our Foe.
The Admirall.
Whom the Chattillyon hapned to accost,
And seeing thus the Constable dismayde:
Shift noble Lord (quoth he) the day is lost,
If the whole world vpon the match were layde,
I cannot thinke but that Black Edwards Ghost