My Lord, our men of Barbary have martcht
Foure hundred miles with armour on their backes,
And laine in leagre fifteene moneths and more,
For since we left you at the Souldans court,
We have subdude the Southerne Guallatia,
And all the land unto the coast of
Spaine
.
We kept the narrow straight of Gibralter,
And made Canarea cal us kings and Lords,
Yet never did they recreate themselves,
Or cease one day from war and hot alarms,
And therefore let them rest a while my Lord.
