1 Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;2 Some airy devil hovers in the sky3 And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there,4 While Philip breathes.
5 Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:6 My mother is assailed in our tent,7 And ta'en, I fear.
8 My lord, I rescued her;9 Her highness is in safety, fear you not:10 But on, my liege; for very little pains11 Will bring this labour to an happy end.