Stanza 110

The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside, And from the walls th'Artillary displac'd: The Armes of England are aduanc'd in pride: The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac'd: Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride: Into the Streetes their women runne in hast, Bearing their little Children, for whose sake They hop'd the King would the more mercy take.

[Stanza 111: The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph.]

The gates thus widened with the breath of Warre; Their ample entrance to the English gaue: There was no dore that then had any barre; For of their owne not any thing they haue: When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre: To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue. Strucken with wonder, when that face they sawe, Wherein such mercy was, with so much awe.