e might raigne,
As heire to Lingard to her title stooke,
Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine,
So holy Lewes poring on his booke,
Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe,
From Ermingard his Grandame, claim'd the Crowne,
Duke Charles his daughter, wrongfully put downe.

[Stanza 21]

Nor thinke my Leege a fitter time then this,
You could haue found your Title to aduance,
At the full height when now the faction is,
T'wixt Burgoyne, and the house of Orleance,
Your purpose you not possibly can misse,
It for my Lord so luckily doth chance,
That whilst these two in opposition stand,
You may haue time, your Army there to land.

[Stanza 22]

And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse,
My visuall sence, me thinkes in euery eye
I see such cheere, as of our good successe
In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;
Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse
Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply
My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,
Who humbly here submit to your assent.

[Stanza 23]

This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou'd,
Then e'r our Fathers got, which rais'd vs hier,
The Clergies feare that quietly remou'd,
And into France transferd our Hostile fier,
It made the English through the world belou'd,
That durst to those so mighty things aspire,
And gaue so cleere a luster to our fame,
That neighbouring Nations trembled at our name.

[Stanza 24]

When through the house, this rumor scarcely ran,
That warre with France propounded was againe,
In all th'Assembly there was not a man,
But put the proiect on with might and maine,
So great applause it generally wan,
That else no bus'nesse they would entertaine,
As though their honour vtterly were lost,
If this designe should any way be crost.

[Stanza 25]

So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set
That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,
What might fall out this enterprize to let,
As what againe might giue it wings of hast,
And for they knew, the French did still abet
The Scot against vs, (which we vsde to tast)
It question'd was if it were fit or no,
To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.

[Stanza 26: _Ralph Neuill then Warden of the Marches betwixt England and
Scotland._]

[_An old adage, He that will France winne: must with Scotland first
beginne._]

Which Ralph then Earle of Westmorland propos'd,
Quoth he, wi