Woe to the wretched people of this land, Which do their soueraigne lord and king forsake: Woe to your selues, that for your king should stand, Of whom a scorne vnto the world ye make: And woe vnto your children for your sake: Yea, woe to England euermore shall be, Vnlesse with speed ye seeke some remedie. 78. _Lewis_ our prince of late hath deepely sworne, And with him sixteene earles and barons more, That ye, that now haue left your king forlorne, Shall die the death, or else exil’d deplore Your case in forren parts for euermore: Then let each peere with speed draw forth his sword, To helpe himselfe and his distressed lord. 79. If conscience cause me to bemone the chance Of this so braue a king, which ye possesse, To whom I am a stranger borne in France: Yea once his foe, though now as ye may gesse, I as a friend bewaile his sad distresse: How then should ye that are his liegemen borne, For this his sad mishap with sorow mourne? 80. Assist him then as dutie doth you bind, Pitie your selues and your posteritie: And keepe what I haue spoken in your mind, Of which no more to you I can descrie: For now my heart doth faile and I must die: _Adieu pourtant, Adieu à chasqu’amy. Adieu ie dis ma vie ce fini_.” 81. My peeres forewarned of such treacherie, And with remorse viewing their natiue lands Betrai’d to spoile by their disloyaltie, Did cast in mind how they with helping hands Might best restore themselues from captiue bands: And hoping now my grace againe to win, From _Lewis_ to decline they did begin. 82. Vpon th’insulting French to powre my spleene, Throughout my kingdome’s bounds I did proclaime, That all my subiects that had wronged been By forren foes, if vnto me they came With minds for fight, I would reuenge the same: Whereby with speed came many a worthie wight Vnder my standard gainst the French to fight. 83. Like raging storme blowne out of _Boreas_ mouth, With violent furie I did force my way, From east to west, from north vnto the south Destroying all things, that before vs lay: Which did our aduersaries so dismay, That none durst stand t’oppose vs in the field, But readie way vnto our will did yeeld. 84. Had proud prince _Lewis_ met with me in fight, Our quarrell by the dint of sword to trie, Soone should I haue obtain’d my kingdome’s right, And made th’vsurping prince from hence to flie, Who did support my peere’s disloyaltie: But treason stretched out her deadly hand, Who twixt the French and my reuenge did stand.