Bearing the King in my behalfe along,
For by my scoutes I was aduertised,
That she was comming, with a full intent
To dash your late decree in parliament,
Touching king Henries heires and your succession.
Short tale to make, we at Saint Albons met,
Our battles ioinde, and both sides fiercelie fought:
[♦] But whether twas the coldnesse of the king,
[90] He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene,
That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene.