Least starke with rest, they finewd wax and hoare:
Peace could I win by war, but peace not vse:
Few dayes enioy[1366] hee, who warlike peace doth choose.
29.
When Crofts a knight, presented Henrye’s heyr
To this our prince, in furious moode, enquyre
Of him hee gan, what folly or phrensy vayne,
With armyes[1367] forc’d him to inuade his realme againe?
Whom answering that he claimde his father’s right,
With gauntlet smit, commaunded from his sight,