Wee’l shoot at sun and moone.

“Full fifteene score your marke shall be,

Full fifteene score shall stand.”

Ile lay my bow, said Clifton then,

Ile cleave the willow wand.

With that the kings archers led about,

While it was three, and none ;

With that the ladies began to shout,

“Madam, your game is gone.”

A boone, a boone, queene Katherine cries,