• Since there ’s no helpe,—come, let us kisse and parte,
      Nay, I have done,—you get no more of me;
    And I am glad,—yea, glad with all my hearte,
      That thus so cleanly I myselfe can free.
    Shake hands forever!—cancel all our vows;
      And when we meet at any time againe,
    Be it not seene in either of our brows,
      That we one jot of former love...

  • [1415]
    fair stood the wind for France,
    When we our sails advance,
    Nor now to prove our chance
        Longer will tarry;
    But putting to the main,
    At Kause, the mouth of Seine,
    With all his martial train,
        Landed King Harry,

    And taking many a fort,
    Furnished in warlike sort,
    Marchèd towards Agincourt...