Now with a Troupe of Foote, and then of Horse,
To whom the people still themselues apply,
Bringing them victuals as in mere remorce:
And still [the acclamation of the presse],
Saint George for England, to your good successe.
[There might a man haue seene in eu’ry Streete],
The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne:
Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete:
The Wife with her deare Husband ne’r had done:
Brother, his Brother, with adieu to greete: