My natiue Normandie I did inuade,
Making her soile the spoile of Mars his blade.
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To whose distresse the wrathfull conqueror came
Through sea’s rough waues, wilde furie was his guide,
Cursing my birth, ’gainst me he did exclame,
And in reuenge affection set aside,
He vow’d to scourge my most vnnaturall pride,
Setting his second birth yong Rufus hight,
Before me in his loue, and in my right.