And I as many from Jerusalem,

Judæa , Gaza, and Scalonians bounds,

That on mount Sinay with their ensignes spread,

Looke like the parti-coloured cloudes of heaven,

That shew faire weather to the neighbor morne.

Your Majesy may choose some pointed time,

Perfourming all your promise to the full:

Tis nought for your majesty to give a kingdome.

From Palestina and Jerusalem,

Of Hebrewes, three score thousand fighting men

Are come since last we shewed your majesty.

By Mahomet he shal be tied in chaines,

Rowing with Christians in a Brigandine,

About the Grecian Isles to rob and spoile:

And turne him to his ancient trade againe.

Me thinks the slave should make a lusty theefe.