And straightway in the twinkling of an eye,
‘To’ the Frenchmans heart the ‘arrow’s gane.’ [316]
The Frenchman fell down on the ship-hatch,
And under the hatches ‘there’ below ;
Another Frenchman, that him espy’d,
The dead corpse into the sea doth throw.
O master, loose me from the mast, he said,
And for them all take you no care ;
For give me my bent bow in my hand,
And never a Frenchman will I spare.