I see such cheere, as of our good successe
In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;
Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse
Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply
My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,
Who humbly here submit to your assent.
This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou’d,
Then e’r our Fathers got, which rais’d vs hier,
The Clergies feare that quietly remou’d,
And into France transferd our Hostile fier,