Hand ouer head pell mell vpon them ronne,
If you will proue the Masters of the day,
Ferrers and Greystock haue so brauely done,
That I enuie their glory, and dare say,
From all the English, they the Gole haue woone;
Either let’s share, or they’ll beare all away.
This spoke, his Ax about his head he flings,
And hasts away, as though his heeles had winges.
The Incitation of this youthfull Knight,
Besides amends for their Retrayte to make,