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Bast.
Oh inglorious league:
Shall we vpon the footing of our land,
Send fayre‑play‑orders, and make comprimise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce
To Armes Inuasiue? Shall a beardlesse boy,
A cockred‑silken wanton braue our fields,
And flesh his spirit ihn a warre‑like soyle,
Mocking the ayre with colours idlely spred,
And finde no checke? Let vs my Liege to Armes:
Perchance the Cardinall cannot make your peace;
Or if he doe, let it at least be said
They saw we had a purpose of defence.