| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| The Duke of Normandie my Lord & master | The Duke of Normandy, my lord and master, | E3 IV.iv.89 |
| Pittying thy youth is so ingirt with perill, | Pitying thy youth is so engirt with peril, | E3 IV.iv.90 |
| By me hath sent a nimble ioynted iennet, | By me hath sent a nimble-jointed jennet, | E3 IV.iv.91 |
| As swift as euer yet thou didst bestride, | As swift as ever yet thou didst bestride, | E3 IV.iv.92 |
| And therewithall he counsels thee to flie, | And therewithal he counsels thee to fly, | E3 IV.iv.93 |
| Els death himself hath sworne that thou shalt die. | Else death himself hath sworn that thou shalt die. | E3 IV.iv.94 |