Each with some greene thing doth his Murrian crowne,
With his mayne standard fixt vpon the Carre;
Comes the great King before th’intrenched Towne,
Whilst from the walls the people gazing are,
In all their sights he sets his Army downe;
Nor for their shot he careth not a pin,
But seekes where he his Battery may begin.
The King makes his approches on three parts.
And into three, his Army doth diuide,
His strong aproaches on three parts to make;