Newes of dishonor lord, and discontent,

Our friend Levune, faithfull and full of trust,

Informeth us, by letters and by words,

That lord Valoyes our brother, king of Fraunce,

Because your highnesse hath beene slack in homage,

Hath seazed Normandie into his hands.

These be the letters, this the messenger.

A boye, this towardnes makes thy mother feare

Thou art not markt to many daies on earth.

Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king,

God end them once, my lord I take my leave,

To make my preparation for Fraunce.