To sue for grace, and fauoure at my hand.
Which bruite once blowne abroad in euery land,
One Humber, king of Hunnes with all his trayne,
To come to mee a suiter was full fayne.
3.
What neede I tell the giftes to me he gaue,
Or shew his suite, or promise he me plight,
Sith well you knowe a Prince neede nothing craue,
May nigh commaund ech thing as twere his right.
For as the foule before the Eagles sight,