the Set be fully done,
France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.

[Stanza 32]

So little doth luxurious France fore-see
By her disdaine, what shee vpon her drew:
In her most brauery seeming then to be,
The punishment that shortly should ensue,
Which so incenst the English King, that he
For full reuenge into that fury grew:
That those three horrors, Famine, Sword, and Fire,
Could not suffice to satisfie his ire.

[Stanza 33]

In all mens mouthes now was no word but warre,
As though no thing had any other name;
And folke would aske of them ariu'd from farre,
What forces were preparing whence they came?
'Gainst any bus'nesse 'twas a lawfull barre
To say for France they were; and 'twas a shame
For any man to take in hand to doe
Ought, but some thing that did belong thereto.

[Stanza 34: _Blades accounted of the best temper._]

Olde Armours are drest vp, and new are made;
Iacks are in working, and strong shirts of Male,
He scowers an olde Fox, he a Bilbowe blade,
Now Shields and Targets onely are for sale;
Who works for warre, now thriueth by his Trade,
The browne Bill, and the Battell-Axe preuaile:
The curious Fletcher fits his well-strung Bowe,
And his barb'd Arrow which he sets to showe.

[Stanza 35]

Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,
(E'r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)
Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,
With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,
Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht
To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:
His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,
And bids them worke that will, to France hee'll goe.

[Stanza 36: _Armed at all points._]

[_Armings for the thigh and legge._]

[_Armings for the arme and shoulder._]

Rich Saddles for the Light-horse and the Bard
For to be brau'st there's not a man but plyes,
Plumes, Bandroules, and Caparizons prepar'd;
Whether of two, and men at Armes diuise
The Greaues, or Guyses were the surer guard,
The Vambrasse, or the Pouldron, they should prize;
And where a stand of Pykes plac't close, or large,
Which way to take aduantage in the Charge.

[Stanza 37]

One traynes his Horse, another trayles his Pyke,
He with his Pole-Axe, practiseth the fight,
The Bowe-man (which no Country hath the like)
With his sheafe Arrow, proueth by his might,
How many score off, he his Foe can strike,