86.
Thy muse, that in warre’s bloodie hew was sent
To Palestine, must now in blacke be found,
Each word with heauie fall she must accent,
Each symphonie must yeeld a dolefull sound,
Each measure with a captiue band be bound,
And euery couple’s sad catastrophe,
Double the woes of our captiuitie.
87.
Now Normandie’s great duke in Henrie’s hand