"To twit that warrior with his threat to do By France, what by the brittle glass is done;
And throughout heaven and hell your course pursue, Yea (as the monarch said) your course outrun.
Yet lapt in foul and loathsome ease, while you So need his help, lies Ulien's lazy son;
And I, that as a coward was decried For my true prophecy, am at your side;
