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Please it your majesty, the Prince of France, With all the Nobles of your Graces Land Are marching hitherward in good array. Where ere they set their foot, all places yield: Thy Land is theirs, and not a foot holds out But Dover Castle, which is hard besieged. Pleases your Grace, the Earl of Salsbury, Pen brook, Essex, Clare, and Arundel, with all the Barons that did fight for thee, are on a sudden fled with all their pow ers, to join with John, to driven thee back again. Please it your Grace, the Barons of the Land, Which all this while bore arms against the King, Conducted by the Legate of the Pope, Together with the Prince his Highness son, Do crave to be admitted to the presence of the King. Help Lords, the Dolphin makes hitherward With Ensigns of defiance in the wind, And all our army stands at a gaze, Expecting what their Leaders will command. Lews my Lord, why standest thou in a maze? Gather thy troops, hope not of help from France, For all thy forces being fifty sail, Containing twenty thousand soldiers, With victual and munition for the war, Putting them from Calais in unlucky time, Did cross the seas, and on the Goodwin sands, The men, munition, and the ships are lost. John (my Lord ith all his scattered troops, Flying the fury of your conquering sword, As Pharaoh erst within the bloody sea, So he and his environed with the tide, On Lincoln washes all were overwhelmed, The Barons fled, our forces cast away. Yet Lodowick revive thy dying heart, King John and all his forces are consumed. The less thou needest the aid of English Earls, The less thou needest to grieve thy navies wrack, And follow times advantage with success. Ready to enter your presence.