Step 1 of 6 · Read it through once
Section 553
Passage 1 of 3 · section 553 of 880
1Grandpree.
2Why do you stay so long, my Lords of France?
3Yond Iland Carrions, desperate of their bones,
4Ill-fauoredly become the Morning field:
5Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loose,
6And our Ayre shakes them passing scornefully.
7Bigge Mars seemes banqu'rout in their begger'd Hoast,
8And faintly through a rustie Beuer peepes.