And marching on in warlicke wise, set out in battayle ray,
He doth pronounce by heavy doome, the enemies pryde to lay,
And all the rable of the foes by bloudy blade to quell,
That rising shall assiste the sorte which trayterously rebell,
Delivering them to open spoyle from most unto the least,
And byd them welcome hartely unto that golden feast.
For what is he of all the Karne, that may withstand her power,
Or yet resist so great a Prince one minute of an houre.
If he or they both tagge and ragge for mayntenaunce of their cause,
Durst venture to approache the fielde, to try it by marshall lawes,
Not one of this rebelling sort, that thinkes himself most sure,
Is able to abide the Knight, or presence his endure.