Well advanced shalt thou bee.
"Come you hither, my nine good sonnes,
Gallant men I trowe you bee;
How many of you, my children deare,
Will stand by that good earle and mee?"
Eight of them did answer make,
Eight of them spake hastilie,
"O father, till the daye we dye
We'll stand by that good earle and thee."
"Gramercy now, my children deare,