What newes my lord ?

My lord, we have, and if he be in England,

A will be had ere long I doubt it not.

My dutie to your honor premised, &c. I have according to instruc- tions in that behalfe, dealt with the king of Fraunce his lords, and effected, that the Queene all discontented and discomforted, is gone,whither if you aske, with sir John of Henolt, brother to the Marquesse, into Flaunders: with them are gone lord Edmund, and the lord Mortimer, having in their company divers of your nation, and others, and as constant report goeth, they intend to give king Edward battell in England, sooner then he can looke for them: this is all the newes of import. Your honors in all service, Levune.

Fly, fly, my Lord, the Queene is over strong,

Her friends doe multiply and yours doe fayle,

Shape we our course to Ireland there to breath.

Rebell is he that fights against his prince,

So fought not they that fought in Edwards right.

Not one alive, but shrewdly I suspect,

A gloomie fellow in a meade belowe,

A gave a long looke after us my lord,

And all the land I know is up in armes,

Armes that pursue our lives with deadly hate.

Looke up my lord. Baldock, this drowsines

Betides no good, here even we are betraied.

It may become thee yet,

To let us take our farewell of his grace.

We must my lord, so will the angry heavens.

O is he gone! is noble Edward gone,

Parted from hence, never to see us more!

Rent sphere of heaven, and fier forsake thy orbe,

Earth melt to ayre, gone is my soveraigne,

Gone, gone alas, never to make returne.