[Footnote 76:  that.]

[Footnote 77:  dispute.]

[Footnote 78:  glove.]

[Footnote 79:  a piece of armour.]

[Footnote 80:  lawful.]

[Footnote 81:  worthy.]

[Footnote 82:  furiously.]

[Footnote 83:  vanquished.]

[Footnote 84:  oppose.]

[Footnote 85:  against.]

[Footnote 86:  much.]

[Footnote 87:  damage, mischief.]

[Footnote 88:  bounded.]

[Footnote 89:  bleed.]

[Footnote 90:  easy.]

[Footnote 91:  smoke.]

[Footnote 92:  hurt, or damage.]

[Footnote 93:  reward.]

[Footnote 94:  fight or engage.]

[Footnote 95:  attend or wait.]

[Footnote 96:  defy.]

[Footnote 97 & 98:  destroying lightening.]

[Footnote 99:  turn.]

[Footnote 100:  beaver’d.]

[Footnote 101:  again.]

[Footnote 102:  quickly.]

[Footnote 103:  declare.]

[Footnote 104:  fate.]

[Footnote 105:  worthy.]

[Footnote 106:  they.]

[Footnote 107:  becomes.]

[Footnote 108:  give.]

[Footnote 109:  fyght.]

[Footnote 110:  honour.]

[Footnote 111:  Tournament.]

[Footnote 112:  cowards.]

[Footnote 113:  declaring.]

[Footnote 114:  every one.]

[Footnote 115:  broken, split.]

[Footnote 116:  scatter’d.]

[Footnote 117:  broken, or pierced through with darts.]

[Footnote 118:  stained.]

[Footnote 119:  flames.]

[Footnote 120:  burnt.]

[Footnote 121:  healm.]

[Footnote 122:  beneath.]

[Footnote 123:  against.]

[Footnote 124:  stretched out.]

[Footnote 125:  holy.]

[Footnote 126:  faithfully.]

[Footnote 127:  ready.]

[Footnote 128:  challenge.]

[Footnote 129:  atchievements, glorious actions.]

[Footnote 130:  broken spears.]

[Footnote 131:  broke, destroyed.]

[Footnote 132:  only, alone.]

[Footnote 133:  smoaking, steaming.]

[Footnote 134:  dark, gloomy.]

[Footnote 135:  ease.]

[Footnote 136:  hid, secreted.]

[Footnote 137:  sweetly.]

[Footnote 138:  moulded.]

[Footnote 139:  shooting, darting.]

[Footnote 140:  grasp, hold.]

[Footnote 141:  night-shade.]

[Footnote 142:  ignorant, unknowing.]

[Footnote 143:  consider.]

BRISTOWE TRAGEDIE: 

OR THE DETHE OF

SYR CHARLES BAWDIN.

  The featherd songster chaunticleer
    Han wounde hys bugle horne,
  And tolde the earlie villager
    The commynge of the morne: 

  Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie streakes 5
    Of lyghte eclypse the greie;
  And herde the raven’s crokynge throte
    Proclayme the fated daie.