The Bragger. Chap. 20.
SAint George, come, some body bring me my launce, my two-hand sword, and my cuirasse, I vvill be armed from top to toe.
Truly here is faire vvorke cut out for martiall men, now vve should march against that Thracian dog, Mahound God of Turkes and of Arabians, we are called away into France to aide the French king against those Saracine leaguers. Oh would to God that Carolus quintus vvere aliue.
O what a marciall head! O what a mad Rowland! I should be sufficiently instructed in militarie affaires, hauing commaunded twentie fiue yeares captaine generall among the Hungarians and Poles, and hasarded my proper person in more then thirtie bloodie battailes.
Come, come, mine armes of malice, I say of maile.
The braue soldior ought to be armed no lesse vvith aduise then with armour.
Where I cannot preuaile vvith the skin of the Lyon, I will vse the cace of Renard the Fox.
Consider vvisely the chaunses of hasard: one must neuer prosecute them to their period: for it behooueth all Caualiers, reuerently to entreat their good fortune, vvithout racking