As though their honour vtterly were lost,
If this designe should any way be crost.
So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set
That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,
What might fall out this enterprize to let,
As what againe might giue it wings of hast,
[And for they knew, the French did still abet]
[The Scot against vs, (which we vsde to tast)]
It question’d was if it were fit or no,
To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.