We ne'er shall leave you now in life or death,
But serve you truly to our latest breath.
We thought, indeed, to sally from the town
To meet with certain death, but not to fly;
Though death it would not be, but live renown,
To deal out glorious vengeance as we die.
But since our plan is subject to your frown,
And it were folly other plans to try,
O sons beloved, and ye, our honoured wives,
From this time forth we knit in one our lives.