And made our footstoole of securitie.
15 Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my boie,
Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my selfe,
Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night,
[♦] Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat,
That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace,
20 And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.
[♦] Glo. Ile blast his haruest and your head were laid,
For yet I am not lookt on in the world.
This shoulder was ordained so thicke to heaue,