XVI
‘Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give
To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live?
Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou must bee.’—
O then smilèd sweetlye brave Mary Ambree.
XVII
‘Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold,
Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold?’—
‘A knight, sir, of England, and captaine soe free,
Who shortèlye with us a pris’ner must bee.’—
XVIII
‘No captaine of England; behold in your sight
Two brests in my bosome, and therfore no knight:
Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you see,
But a poor simple lass, callèd Mary Ambree.’—
XIX
‘But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare,
Whose valor hath prov’d so undaunted in warre?
If England doth yield such brave lasses as thee,
Full well may they conquer, faire Mary Ambree!’
XX
Then to her owne country shee backe did returne,
Still holding the foes of faire England in scorne:
Therfore, English captaines of every degree,
Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree!