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ROCHELLE HER YIELDING
Twill make one deuoure
that which we will scarce beleeue: Ere a man will starue, Hee'le his life preserue
with that which our smell would grieue, Thus this wofull City, Whose distresse I pitie,
suffered most extreame famine, The like I scant haue read of, To the feare and dread of
all that shall their case examine.
4 About twelue thousand soules
perished by hunger, While many needlesse bowles
in England were ill spent. Neither fish nor fowles
had they to keepe them longer, Many cryes and houles
to the ayre were sent. Nor any kinde of meat Could they haue to eate,
when their store was fully spent. The Spaniard and the French Put them to such a pinch,
hauing round begirt their Towne, That they needs must yeeld What they could not weild,
hunger brings stout stomaks down.1 So it hath constrained Them with heart vnfained
to surrender vp their Towne.
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