1    Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;
2    Some airy devil hovers in the sky
3    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 pains
11   Will bring this labour to an happy end.