But in a thick wood standing by the way,
He in his seruant’s weedes himselfe did clad,
And caused him the master’s part to play,
While hee himselfe fast by his side full glad
On foote did runne like a young lustie lad,
Whereby at length hee past without mischance
The British confines to the realme of France.
57.
Thither stout Oxford, his old hate to show
Vnto our house of Yorke, repaire did make,