One Browne, that was an English man,
And hard the ladies piteous crye,
Out with his sword, and besturd him than
Out of the doores in haste to flie;
But all the doores were made so fast,
Out of a window he got at last.
Alas for woe! etc.
He met the bishop comming fast,
Hauing the posset in his hande;
The sight of Browne made him agast,