The king of Cypres, France, and Scots, did passe,
All captive prisoners to this mightie one,
Five thousand men and I the leader was;
All well prepared as to defend a fort;
Went forth to welcome him in martiall sort.
The riches of our armour, and the cost,
Each one bestows in honour of that day,
Were here to be exprest but labour lost;
Silke coates and chaines of golde bare little sway;
And thus we marcht accepted of our king