Truce, gentle Loue, a Parly now I craue,
Me thinkes ’tis long since first these Warres begun,
Nor thou, nor I, the better yet can haue:
Bad is the Match, where neither partie wonne.
I offer free Conditions of faire Peace,
My Heart for Hostage that it shall remaine,
Discharge our Forces, here let Malice cease,
So for my Pledge thou giue me Pledge againe.
Or if no thing but Death will serue thy turne,
Still thirsting for subuersion of my state;
Doe what thou canst, raze, massacre, and burne;
Let the World see the vtmost of thy hate:
I send defiance, since if ouerthrowne,
Thou vanquishing, the Conquest is mine owne.