And turneing then to mee, thus wise shee sayd:
“Thou knowst, my sonne, how twice thou hast bene foylde,
Thou twice to scape with life wast well apayde,
And since full farre to countryes straunge hast toyld:
If now thou shouldst of life and all bee spoilde,
(When liue thou maiste in Princely sort with peerelesse ioy)
What tong can tell thy mother’s griefe and great anoy.
35.
“I heare thou hast in Fraunce a Dukedoome good,
Of subiects good thou hast an armie here,