At any pastime you can devise,
But in shooting all his pleasure lyes,
The like was never in London.
Yorke, Yorke, &c.
This Maltbie for the cittie sake,
To shoot (himself) did undertake,
At any good match the earls would make,
As well as they do at London.
And he brought to the fields with him,
One Specke, an archer, proper and trim,