361356Of you (my noble cousin) Lord Aumarle,

362357Not sicke although I haue to do with death,

363358But lusty, yong and cheerely drawing breth:

364359Loe, as at English feasts so I regreet

365360The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

366361Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud,

367362Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate

368363Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp,

369364To reach at Victory aboue my head:

370365Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers,

371366And with thy blessings steele my launces point,

372367That it may enter Mowbraies waxen cote.

373368And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt,

374369Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne.

375370Gaunt. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous,

376371Be swift like lightning in the execution,

377372And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,

378373Fall like amaZing thunder on the caske

379374Of thy aduerse pernitious enemy,

380375Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud, be valiant and liue.

381376Bul. Mine innocence and saint George to thriue.

382377Mowb. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot,

383378There liues or dies true to King Richards throne,

384379A loyall, iust, and vpright Gentleman:

385380Neuer did captiue with a freer heart

386381Cast off his chaines of bondagee, and embrace

387382His golden vncontrould enfranchisment,

388383More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate

389384This feast of battle with mine aduersarie,

390385Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,

391386Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeeres,

392387As gentle, and as iocund as to iest

393388Go I to fight, truth hath a quiet brest.

394389King. Farewell (my Lord) securely I espie,

395390Vertue with Valour couched in thine eie,

396391Order the triall Martiall, and beginne.

397392Mart. Harry of Herford, Lancaster and Darby,