20 And death’s dishonourable victory
We with our stately presence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
That plotted thus our glory’s overthrow?
25 Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
[♦] By magic verses have contrived his end?
Win. He was a king bless’d of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day