Chapter IX

Proceed yee brethren, doe each other hate,
And fight it to the last, _I wish the Wars
May ever untill doomsday prosperate_,
And time nee'r see a period of the jars:
For I before like to a slave did live,
Now like unto a _Lurdain_[4] doe I thrive.

[Sidenote 4: An ignominious name given the _Danes_
by _English_ men, for their slothfull and lasie living.]