(From "England's Heroical Epistles.") Faire stood the wind for France, When we, our sayles advance, Nor now to proue our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the mayne, At Kaux, the mouth of Sene, With all his martiall trayne, Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort, Furnished in warlike sort, Marcheth towards Agincourt, In happy houre.

"Ensigne Bryan was told, he sees how the plantife hath proued his charge, to wch he might now answer; wherevpon he presented seuerall testimonies in wrighting vpon oath, taken before Mr. Wells and Mr. Ludlow.

If you suspect my love, grant me the fight; I dare in single combate any knight, Any adventurer, any pandorus hinde, To proue my faith of an unfained mind.

Among the games my selfe put in a pledge, To trie my strength in throwing of the sledge; Which, poysing with my strained arme, I threw So farre that it beyond the other flew: My Hiacinth, delighting in the game, Desierd to proue his manhood in the same, And, catching ere the sledge lay still on ground, With violent force aloft it did rebound Against his head and battered out his braine;