So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack
Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,
Wherein disorder and destruction seem’d
To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem’d.
Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon.
And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,
Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,
And let that Villaine from the field that flyes
By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:
All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes