Soe that halfe mile wee lost; yet when wee come
An host receiv’d us there, wee’l nere deny him,
My lord of Leisters man; the parson by him,
Who had no other proofe to testify
He serv’d the Lord, but age and baudery[105].
Away, for shame, why should foure miles devide
Warwicke and us? They that have horses ride.
A short mile from the towne, an humble shrine[106]
At foote of an high rock consists, in signe
Of Guy and his devotions; who there stands