‘To France nor Flanders dare we not passe,
Nor Bourdeaux voyage we dare not fare,
All for a false robber that lyes on the seas,
And robbs us of our merchants-ware.’
V
King Henry was stout, and he turned him about,
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might
‘I thought he’d not been in the world throughout
That durst have wrought England such unright.’
VI
But ever they sighèd, and said, alas!
Unto King Harry this answer againe:
‘He is a proud Scott that will robb us all
Were we twenty shipps and he but one.’
VII
The King looket over his left shouldèr,
Amongst his lords and barrons so free:
‘Have I never a lord in all my realme
Will fetch yond traitor unto me?’
VIII
‘Yes, that dare I!’ says my lord Charles Howard,
Neere to the King wheras he did stand,
‘If that Your Grace will give me leave,
My self will perform what you command.’