"It shall never be told in South-England," he says,
"To king Harry the fourth for shame.
"I wot you bin great lordes twa,
I am a poor squire of land;
I will never see my captain fight on a field,
And stand myself, and lookè on,
But while I may my weapon wield,
I will not [fail] both heart and hand."
That day, that day, that dreadfull day!
The first fit here I find;