1070Those frothy Dutch men, puft with double beere,

1071That drinke and swill in euery place they come,

1072Doth not a little aggrauate mine ire,

1073Besides we heare the Emperor conioynes,

1074And stalls him in his owne authoritie:

1075But all the mightier that their number is,

1076The greater glory reapes the victory,

1077Some friends haue we beside drum stricke power,

1078The sterne Polonian and the warlike Dane:

1079The king of Bohemia, and of Cycelie.

1080Are all become confederates with vs,

1081And as I thinke are marching hither apace,

1082But soft I heare the musicke of their drums.

1083By which I gesse that their approch is neare.

1088King Iohn of Fraunce, as league and neighborhood,

1089Requires when friends are any way distrest,

1090I come to aide thee with my countries force,

1091Pol. Cap. And from great Musco fearefull to the Turke,

1092And lofty Poland, nurse of hardie men,

1093I bring these seruitors to fight for thee,

1094Who willingly will venture in thy cause.

1095K. Io: Welcome Bohemian king, and welcome all,

1096This your great kindnesse I will not forget.

1097Besides your plentiful rewards in Crownes,

1098That from our Treasory ye shall receiue,

1099There comes a hare braind Nation deckt in pride,

1100The spoyle of whome wiil be a trebble game,

1101And now my hope is full, my ioy complete,

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