But as I cast her off the winde did rise,
And twas ten to one, old Ione had not gone out.
King. How wonderful the Lords workes are on earth,
[5] Euen in these silly creatures of his hands,
[♦] Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore?
[♦] And on a sodaine soust the Partridge downe.
Suffolke. No maruell if it please your Maiestie
[♦] My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well,
[10] He knowes his maister loues to be aloft.
[♦] Humphrey. Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde