Mounsier
le Grand, a noble friend of yours,
Tould us at our arrivall all the newes,
How hard the nobles, how unkinde the king
Hath shewed himself: but madam, right makes roome,
Where weapons a
want, and though a many friends
Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,
And others of our partie and faction,
Yet have we friends, assure your grace, in
England
Would cast up cappes, and clap their hands for joy,
To see us there appointed for our foes.
