Nowe findes his flesh must be the present foode,
For wolues and Rauens, for the same that stay.
And sees his blood on th’others sword to flowe,
E’r his quicke sense could aprehend the blowe.
Whilst one is asking what the bus’nesse is,
Hearing (in French) his Country-man to crye:
He who detaines him prisoner, answers this:
Mounsier, the King commands that you must dye;
This is plaine English, whilst he’s killing his:
He sees another on a French man flye,