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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Battaile of Agincourt, by Michael Drayton
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+Title: The Battaile of Agincourt
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+Author: Michael Drayton
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+Editor: Richard Garnett
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+Release Date: January 11, 2009 [EBook #27770]
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+[_The portrait of Michael Drayton given here as a frontispiece is from a
+picture, taken at the age of sixty-five (three years before he died), in
+the Cartwright Collection at the Dulwich Gallery. The name of the
+painter is not known, but the picture is signed “An^o 1628.”_]
+
+
+[Illustration: Michael Drayton]
+
+
+
+
+  THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT
+  BY MICHAEL DRAYTON:
+  WITH INTRODUCTION AND
+  NOTES BY RICHARD GARNETT
+
+
+  [Illustration: Publisher’s Device]
+
+
+  LONDON PRINTED AND ISSUED BY
+  CHARLES WHITTINGHAM & CO AT
+  THE CHISWICK PRESS MDCCCXCIII
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS.
+                                                        PAGE
+
+  Introduction                                           vii
+  Drayton’s Dedication                                     3
+  Upon the Battaile of Agincourt, by I. Vaughan            5
+  Sonnet to Michael Drayton, By John Reynolds              7
+  The Vision of Ben Jonson on the Muses of his
+    Friend M. Drayton                                      9
+  The Battaile of Agincourt                               13
+  To my Frinds the Camber-Britans and theyr Harp          93
+  Illustrative Notes                                     101
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+All civilized nations possessing a history which they contemplate with
+pride endeavour to present that history in an epic form. In their
+initial stages of culture the vehicles of expression are ballads like
+the constituents of the Spanish Romanceros and chronicles like
+Joinville’s and Froissart’s. With literary refinement comes the distinct
+literary purpose, and the poet appears who is also more or less of an
+artist. The number of Spanish and Portuguese national epics, from the
+Lusiad downwards, during the sixteenth and the first half of the
+seventeenth centuries, is astonishing; and it was impossible that
+English authorship, rapidly acquiring a perception of literary form
+under classical and foreign influences, should not be powerfully
+affected by the example of its neighbours.
+
+A remarkable circumstance, nevertheless, while encouraging this epical
+impulse, deprived its most important creations of the external epical
+form. The age of awakened national self-consciousness was also the age
+of drama. The greatest poetical genius of that or any age, and his
+associates, were playwrights first and poets afterwards. The torrent of
+inspiration rushed mainly to the stage. Hence the old experience was
+reversed, and whereas Æschylus described himself and his
+fellow-dramatists as subsisting on scraps filched from the great banquet
+of Homer, our English epic poets could but follow humbly in the wake of
+the dramatists, the alchemy of whose genius had already turned the dross
+of ancient chronicles to gold. In the mighty series of Shakespeare’s
+historical plays, including in the enumeration Marlowe’s “Edward the
+Second” and the anonymous “Edward the Third,” England possesses a
+national epic inferior to that of no country in the world, although the
+form be dramatic. In one respect, indeed, this epic is superior to any
+but the Homeric poems, standing one remove less apart from the poetry of
+the people. The impression of primitive force which the Homeric poems
+convey by their venerable language is equally well imparted by
+Shakespeare’s spontaneity and his apparent and probably real innocence
+of all purely literary intention.
+
+Epic poets, however gifted, could be but gleaners after such a harvest.
+Yet not every excellent poet, even of that dramatic age, was endowed
+with the dramatic faculty, and two of especial merit, singularly devoid
+of dramatic gift, but inferior to none in love of their country and
+self-consecration to its service, turned their attention to the epic.
+These were Samuel Daniel and Michael Drayton. The latter is our subject,
+but something should also be said of the former. Drayton not unfairly
+hit the blot in his successful rival when he said of him:
+
+  “His rimes were smooth, his meeters well did close,
+  But yet his maner better fitted prose.”
+
+This is one way of putting it; from another point of view Daniel may be
+regarded as almost the most remarkable literary phenomenon of his time;
+he is so exceedingly modern. He outran the taste of his own period by a
+hundred years, and without teacher or example displayed the excellences
+which came to be preferred to all others in the eighteenth century.
+“These poems of his,” says his editor in that age (1718), “having stood
+the test of above a century, and the language and the versification
+being still pure and elegant, it is to be hoped they will still shine
+among his countrymen and preserve his name.” At this time, and for long
+afterwards, Drayton, save for an occasional reprint of his “Nimphidia”
+among miscellaneous collections, was utterly neglected. Even after the
+editions of 1748 and 1753 he is alluded to by Goldsmith as a type of the
+poet whose best title to fame is his tomb in Westminster Abbey.
+
+The nineteenth century has reversed this with other critical verdicts of
+the eighteenth, and, with all due respect to Daniel, Drayton now stands
+higher. Yet, where the two poets come most directly and manifestly into
+competition, Drayton’s superiority is not so evident. As a whole,
+Daniel’s “Civil War” is a better poem than Drayton’s “Barons’ Wars.” The
+superiority of the latter lies in particular passages, such as the
+description of the guilty happiness of Isabella and Mortimer, quoted in
+Mr. Arthur Bullen’s admirable selection. This is to say that Drayton’s
+genius was naturally not so much epical as lyrical and descriptive. In
+his own proper business as a narrative poet he fails as compared with
+Daniel, but he enriches history with all the ornaments of poetry; and it
+was his especial good fortune to discover a subject in which the union
+of dry fact with copious poetic illustration was as legitimate to the
+theme as advantageous to the writer. This was, of course, his
+“Polyolbion,” where, doing for himself what no other poet ever did, he
+did for his country what was never done for any other. Greece and Rome,
+indeed, have left us versified topographies, but these advance no
+pretension to the poetical character except from the metrical point of
+view, though they may in a sense claim kinship with the Muses as the
+manifest offspring of Mnemosyne. If any modern language possesses a
+similar work, it has failed to inscribe itself on the roll of the
+world’s literature. The difficulties of Drayton’s unique undertaking
+were in a measure favourable to him. They compelled him to exert his
+fancy to the uttermost. The tremendous difficulty of making topography
+into poetry gave him unwonted energy. He never goes to sleep, as too
+often in the “Barons’ Wars.” The stiff practical obstacles attendant
+upon the poetical treatment of towns and rivers provoke even the
+dragging Alexandrine into animation; his stream is often all foam and
+eddy. The long sweeping line, of its wont so lumbering and tedious, is
+perfectly in place here. It rushes along like an impetuous torrent,
+bearing with it, indeed, no inconsiderable quantity of wood, hay, and
+stubble, but also precious pearls, and more than the dust of gold. Its
+“swelling and limitless billows” mate well with the amplitude of the
+subject, so varied and spacious that, as has been well said, the
+“Polyolbion” is not a poem to be read through, but to be read in.
+Nothing in our literature, perhaps, except the “Faery Queen,” more
+perfectly satisfies Keats’s desideratum: “Do not the lovers of poetry
+like to have a little region to wander in, where they may pick and
+choose, and in which the images are so numerous that many are forgotten
+and found new in a second reading: which may be food for a week’s stroll
+in the summer? Do they not like this better than what they can read
+through before Mrs. Williams comes down stairs? a morning work at most?”
+
+The “Polyolbion” was completed by 1619, though the concluding part was
+not published until 1623. “The Battaile of Agincourt,” the poem now
+reprinted, appeared with others in 1627. As none of the pieces comprised
+in it had appeared in the collected edition of Drayton’s works (the
+“Polyolbion” excepted) which he had published in 1620, it is reasonable
+to conclude that they had been composed between that date and 1627. They
+prove that his powers were by no means abated. “Nimphidia,” in
+particular, though lacking the exquisite sweetness of some of his lyric
+pastorals, and the deep emotion of passages in his “Heroicall Epistles,”
+excels all his other productions in airy fancy, and is perhaps the best
+known of any of his poems. Nor does the “Battaile” itself indicate any
+decay in poetical power, though we must agree with Mr. Bullen that it is
+in some parts fatiguing. This wearisomeness proceeds chiefly from
+Drayton’s over-faithful adherence, not so much to the actual story, as
+to the method of the chronicler from whom his materials are principally
+drawn. It does not seem to have occurred to him to regard his theme in
+the light of potter’s clay. Following his authority with servile
+deference, he makes at the beginning a slip which lowers the dignity of
+his hero, and consequently of his epic. He represents Henry the Fifth’s
+expedition against France as originally prompted, not by the restless
+enterprise and fiery valour of the young king, much less by supernatural
+inspiration as the working out of a divine purpose, but by the craft of
+the clergy seeking to divert him from too nice inquiry into the source
+and application of their revenues. Henry, therefore, without, as modern
+investigators think, even sufficient historical authority, but in any
+case without poetical justification, appears at the very beginning of
+the poem that celebrates his exploits in the light of a dupe.
+Shakespeare avoids this awkwardness by boldly altering the date of
+Henry’s embassy to France. His play opens, indeed, with the plots of the
+ecclesiastics to tempt the king into war, but it soon appears that the
+embassy claiming certain French dukedoms has been despatched before they
+had opened their lips, and that they are urging him to a course of
+action on which he is resolved already. Spenser or Dryden would have
+escaped from the difficulty in a manner more in accordance with epic
+precedent by representing Henry’s action as the effect of a divine
+vision. Edward the Third or the Black Prince would have risen from the
+grave to urge him to renew and complete their interrupted and now almost
+undone work; or the ghosts of chiefs untimely slain would have
+reproached him with their abandoned conquests and neglected graves.
+Drayton has merely taken the story as he found it, without a thought of
+submitting its dross to the alchemy of the re-creative imagination of
+the poet. The same lack of selection is observable in his description of
+the battle itself. He minutely describes a series of episodes, in
+themselves often highly picturesque, but we are no better able to view
+the conflict as a whole than if we ourselves had fought in the ranks. As
+in painting, so in poetry, a true impression is not to be conveyed by
+microscopic accuracy in minutiæ, but by a vigorous grasp of the entire
+subject.
+
+Notwithstanding these defects, which one might have thought would have
+been avoided even by a poet endowed with less of the bright and
+sprightly invention which Drayton manifests in so many of his pieces,
+“The Battaile of Agincourt” is a fine poem, and well deserving the
+honour of reprint. It is above all things patriotic, pervaded throughout
+by a manly and honourable preference for England and all things English,
+yet devoid of bitterness towards the enemy, whose valour is frankly
+acknowledged, and whose overweening pride, the cause of their disasters,
+is never made the object of ill-natured sarcasm. It may almost be said
+that if Drayton had been in some respects a worse man, he might on this
+occasion have been a better poet. He is so sedulously regardful of the
+truth of history, or what he takes to be such, that he neglects the
+poet’s prerogative of making history, and rises and falls with his model
+like a moored vessel pitching in a flowing tide. When his historical
+authority inspires, Drayton is inspired accordingly; when it is
+dignified, so is he; with it he soars and sings, with it he also sinks
+and creeps. Happily the subject is usually picturesque, and old
+Holinshed at his worst was no contemptible writer. Drayton’s heart too
+was in his work, as he had proved long before by the noble ballad on
+King Harry reprinted in this volume. If he has not shown himself an
+artist in the selection and arrangement of his topics, he deserves the
+name from another point of view by the excellent metrical structure of
+his octaves, and the easy fluency of his narrative. One annoying defect,
+the frequent occurrence of flat single lines not far remote from bathos,
+must be attributed to the low standard of the most refined poetry in an
+age when “the judges and police of literature” had hardly begun either
+to make laws or to enforce them. It is a fault which he shared with most
+others, and of which he has himself given more offensive instances. It
+is still more conspicuous in the most generally acceptable of his poems,
+the “Nimphidia.” The pity is not so much the occasional occurrence of
+such lapses in “The Battaile of Agincourt,” as the want of those
+delightful touches in the other delightful poems which give more
+pleasure the more evidently they are embellishments rather springing out
+of the author’s fancy than naturally prompted by his subject. Such are
+the lines, as inappropriate in the mouth of the speaker as genuine from
+the heart of the writer, near the beginning of Queen Margaret’s epistle
+to the Duke of Suffolk (“England’s Heroicall Epistles”):
+
+  “The little bird yet to salute the morn
+  Upon the naked branches sets her foot,
+  The leaves then lying on the mossy root,
+  And there a silly chirruping doth keep,
+  As if she fain would sing, yet fain would weep;
+  Praising fair summer that too soon is gone,
+  Or sad for winter too soon coming on.”
+
+On a more exact comparison of Drayton with Holinshed we find him
+omitting some circumstances which he might have been expected to have
+retained, and adding others with good judgment and in general with good
+effect, but which by some fatality usually tend in his hands to
+excessive prolixity. This is certainly not the case with his dignified
+and spirited exordium, but in the fourth stanza he begins to copy
+history, and his muse’s wing immediately flags. No more striking example
+of the superiority of dramatic to narrative poetry in vividness of
+delineation could be found than the contrast between Shakespeare’s scene
+representing the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Ely in
+actual conversation, and Drayton’s tame exposition of the outcome of
+their deliberations. In his report of the session of Parliament where
+the French war is discussed he closely follows Holinshed, so closely as
+to omit Shakespeare’s masterly embellishment of Henry’s solemn appeal to
+the Archbishop to pronounce on the justice of his cause as in the sight
+of God. Drayton must assuredly have perceived how greatly such an appeal
+tended to exalt his hero’s character, and what an opening it afforded
+for impressive rhetoric. Nor could the incident have escaped his notice,
+for there is abundant internal evidence of his acquaintance with
+Shakespeare’s drama in the closet as well as on the stage. It can only
+be concluded that he did not choose to be indebted to Shakespeare, or
+despaired of rivalling him. His notice of his great contemporary in the
+“Epistle to Reynolds” is surprisingly cold; but the legend, however
+unauthentic, of Shakespeare’s death from a fever contracted at a
+merry-making in Drayton’s company, seems incompatible with any serious
+estrangement, and Shakespeare’s son-in-law was Drayton’s physician when
+the latter revisited his native Warwickshire. The same jealousy of
+obligation must have influenced his treatment of the incident of the
+Dauphin’s derisive present of tennis balls, which both Shakespeare and
+he have adopted from Holinshed or his authorities, but of which the
+former has made everything and the latter nothing. Nor can the omission
+of the highly dramatic incident of the conspiracy of Scroop and
+Cambridge, found in Holinshed, be otherwise well accounted for. In
+compensation, Drayton introduces two episodes entirely his own, the
+catalogue of Henry’s ships, and that of the armorial ensigns of the
+British counties. Ben Jonson may be suspected of a sneer when he
+congratulates Drayton on thus outdoing Homer, as he had previously
+outdone, or at least rivalled, Virgil, Theocritus, Ovid, Orpheus, and
+Lucan. Ben might have said with perfect sincerity that Drayton’s
+descriptions are fine pieces of work, showing great command of language,
+and only open to criticism from some want of proportion between them and
+the poem of which they are but subordinate episodes. This censure would
+have been by no means just if the whole piece had been executed on the
+scale of the description of the siege of Harfleur. It is difficult to
+imagine what could have tempted Drayton to spend so much time upon an
+episode treated by Holinshed with comparative brevity. Some of the
+stanzas are exceedingly spirited, but as a whole the description
+certainly fatigues. If the same is to some extent the case with the
+description of the Battle of Agincourt itself, the cause is not so much
+prolixity as the multitude of separate episodes, not always derived from
+the chroniclers, and the consequent want of unity which has been already
+adverted to. The result is probably more true to the actual impression
+of a battle than if Drayton had surveyed the field with the eye of a
+tactician, but here as elsewhere the poet should rather aim at an
+exalted and in some measure idealized representation of the object or
+circumstance described than at a faithful reproduction of minor details.
+Even the Battle of the Frogs and Mice in Homer is an orderly whole;
+while Drayton’s battle seems always ending and always beginning anew,
+a Sisyphian epic. What, however, really kindles and vivifies the unequal
+composition into one glowing mass is the noble spirit of enthusiastic
+patriotism which pervades the poet’s mind, and, like sunlight in a
+mountainous tract, illuminates his heights, veils his depressions, and
+steeps the whole in glory.
+
+Of the literary history of “The Battaile of Agincourt” there is little
+to be said. It was first published in 1627, along with “Nimphidia,” “The
+Shepheard’s Sirena,” and others of Drayton’s best pieces. It was
+accompanied by three copies of congratulatory verse, reprinted here, the
+most remarkable of which is that proceeding from the pen of Ben Jonson,
+who admits that some had accounted him no friend to Drayton, and whose
+encomiums are to our apprehension largely flavoured with irony. Drayton,
+in his “Epistle to Reynolds,” which Jonson must have seen, had compared
+him to Seneca and Plautus,[*] and Jonson seems to burlesque the
+compliment by comparing Drayton himself to every poet whom he had ever
+imitated, until his single person seems an epitome of all Parnassus. The
+poem and its companions had another edition in 1631, since which time it
+has been included in every edition of Drayton’s works, but has never
+till now been published by itself. Even here it is graced with a
+satellite, the splendid Ballad of Agincourt (“To my Frinds the
+Camber-Britans and theyr Harp”), originally published in “Poemes lyric
+and pastoral,” probably about 1605. This stirring strain, always
+admired, has attracted additional notice in the present day as the
+metrical prototype of Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade,” which,
+in our estimation, fails to rival its model. The lapses of both poets
+may well be excused on the ground of the difficulty of the metre, but
+Drayton has the additional apology of the “brave neglect” which so
+correct a writer as Pope accounted a virtue in Homer, but which Tennyson
+never had the nerve to permit himself.
+
+    [Footnote: Pope’s celebrated verse,--
+      “Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,”--
+    is “conveyed” from this passage of Drayton.]
+
+Comparisons between modern and ancient poets must necessarily be very
+imperfect; yet our Drayton might not inaptly be termed the English
+Theocritus. If not so distinctly superior to every other English
+pastoral poet as Theocritus was to every other Greek, he yet stands in
+the front rank. He is utterly free from affectation, the great vice of
+pastoral poetry; his love of the country is sincere; his perception of
+natural phenomena exquisite; his shepherds and shepherdesses real swains
+and lasses; he has happily varied the conventional form of the pastoral
+by a felicitous lyrical treatment. Paradoxical as it may appear, Drayton
+was partly enabled to approach Theocritus so nearly by knowing him so
+imperfectly. Had he been acquainted with him otherwise than through
+Virgil, he would probably have been unable to refrain from direct
+imitation; but as matters stand, instead of a poet striving to write as
+Theocritus wrote in Greek, we have one actually writing as Theocritus
+would have written in English. But the most remarkable point of contact
+between Drayton and Theocritus is that both are epical as well as
+pastoral poets. Two of the Idylls of Theocritus are believed to be
+fragments of an epic on the exploits of Hercules; and in the enumeration
+of his lost works, amid others of the same description, mention is made
+of the “Heroines,” a curious counterpart of Drayton’s “Heroicall
+Epistles.” Had these works survived, we might not improbably have found
+Drayton surpassing his prototype in epic as much as he falls below him
+in pastoral; for the more exquisite art of the Sicilian could hardly
+have made amends for the lack of that national pride and enthusiastic
+patriotism which had died out of his age, but which ennobled the
+strength and upbore the weakness of the author of “The Battaile of
+Agincourt.”
+
+    RICHARD GARNETT.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration:
+
+  EFFIGIES MICHAELIS DRAYTON ARMIGERI, POETÆ CLARISS.
+  ÆTAT. SVÆ L. A. CHR. ↀ.DC.XIII
+
+    _Lux Hareshulla tibi Warwici villa, tenebris,
+        Ante tuas Cunas, obsita Prima fuit.
+    Arma, Viros, Veneres, Patriam modulamine dixti:
+        Te Patriæ resonant Arma, Viri, Veneres._]
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  BATTAILE
+  OF
+  AGINCOVRT.
+
+  FOVGHT BY HENRY THE
+    fift of that name, King of _England_,
+    against the whole power of the _French_:
+    vnder the Raigne of their CHARLES
+    the sixt, _Anno Dom._ 1415.
+
+  The Miseries of Queene MARGARITE,
+    the infortunate VVife, of that most
+    infortunate King Henry the sixt.
+
+  NIMPHIDIA, the Court of _Fayrie_.
+
+  The Quest of CINTHIA.
+
+  The Shepheards SIRENA.
+
+  The _Moone-Calfe_.
+
+  Elegies vpon sundry occasions.
+
+
+  _By MICHAELL DRAYTON
+  Esquire_.
+
+
+  _LONDON_,
+
+  Printed for WILLIAM LEE, at the Turkes Head
+  in Fleete-Streete, next to the Miter and Phænix.
+  1627.
+
+
+[_The preceding page is a reduced reproduction of the title-page of the
+first edition, which contains, as will be seen, several poems besides
+“The Battaile of Agincourt” which are not included in the present
+reprint._]
+
+
+
+
+_To you those Noblest of Gentlemen, of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great
+Britaine: who in these declining times, haue yet in your braue bosomes
+the sparkes of that sprightly fire, of your couragious Ancestors; and to
+this houre retaine the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse, who
+out of the vertue of your mindes, loue and cherish neglected Poesie, the
+delight of Blessed soules, and the language of Angels. To you are these
+my Poems dedicated,_
+
+_By your truly affectioned Seruant,_
+
+  MICHAELL DRAYTON.
+
+
+
+
+  VPON
+  THE BATTAILE
+  OF AGINCOVRT, WRITTEN
+  BY HIS DEARE FRIEND
+  MICHAEL DRAYTON
+  ESQVIRE.
+
+
+  Had Henryes name beene onely met in Prose,
+  Recorded by the humble wit of those,
+  Who write of lesse then Kings: who victory,
+  As calmely mention, as a Pedigree,
+  The French, alike with vs, might view his name
+  His actions too, and not confesse a shame:
+  Nay, grow at length, so boldly troublesome,
+  As, to dispute if they were ouercome.
+  But thou hast wakte their feares: thy fiercer hand
+  Hath made their shame as lasting, as their land.
+  By thee againe they are compeld to knowe
+  How much of Fate is in an English foe.
+  They bleede afresh by thee, and thinke the harme
+  Such; they could rather wish, t’were Henryes arme:
+  Who thankes thy painfull quill; and holds it more
+  To be thy Subiect now, then King before.
+  By thee he conquers yet; when eu’ry word
+  Yeelds him a fuller honour, then his sword.
+  Strengthens his action against time: by thee,
+  Hee victory, and France, doth hold in fee.
+  So well obseru’d he is, that eu’ry thing
+  Speakes him not onely English, but a King.
+  And France, in this, may boast her fortunate
+  That shee was worthy of so braue a hate.
+  Her suffring is her gayne. How well we see
+  The Battaile labour’d worthy him, and thee,
+  Where, wee may Death discouer with delight,
+  And entertaine a pleasure from a fight.
+  Where wee may see how well it doth become
+  The brau’ry of a Prince to ouercome.
+  What Power is a Poet: that can add
+  A life to Kings, more glorious, then they had.
+    For what of Henry, is vnsung by thee,
+    Henry doth want of his Eternity.
+
+    I. VAVGHAN.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. MICHAELL DRAYTON VPON THESE HIS POEMS.
+
+
+  SONNET.
+
+  What lofty Trophyes of eternall Fame,
+    England may vaunt thou do’st erect to her,
+  Yet forced to confesse, (yea blush for shame,)
+    That she no Honour doth on thee confer.
+  How it would become her, would she learne to knowe
+    Once to requite thy Heauen-borne Art and Zeale,
+  Or at the least her selfe but thankfull showe
+    Her ancient Glories that do’st still reueale:
+  Sing thou of Loue, thy straines (like powerfull Charmes)
+    Enrage the bosome with an amorous fire,
+  And when againe thou lik’st to sing of Armes
+    The Coward thou with Courage do’st inspire:
+  But when thou com’st to touch our Sinfull Times,
+  Then Heauen far more then Earth speakes in thy Rimes.
+
+    IOHN REYNOLDS.
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION OF BEN. IONSON, ON THE MVSES OF HIS FRIEND M. DRAYTON.
+
+
+  It hath beene question’d, Michael, if I bee
+  A Friend at all; or, if at all, to thee:
+  Because, who make the question, haue not seene
+  Those ambling visits, passe in verse, betweene
+  Thy Muse, and mine, as they expect. ’Tis true:
+  You haue not writ to me, nor I to you;
+  And, though I now begin, ’tis not to rub
+  Hanch against Hanch, or raise a riming Club
+  About the towne: this reck’ning I will pay,
+  Without conferring symboles. This ’s my day.
+    It was no Dreame! I was awake, and saw!
+  Lend me thy voyce, O Fame, that I may draw
+  Wonder to truth! and haue my Vision hoorld,
+  Hot from thy trumpet, round, about the world.
+    I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise,
+  That all Earth look’d on; and that earth, all Eyes!
+  It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun
+  Is fayre got vp, and day some houres begun!
+  And fill’d an Orbe as circular, as heauen!
+  The Orbe was cut forth into Regions seauen.
+  And those so sweet, and well proportion’d parts,
+  As it had beene the circle of the Arts!
+  When, by thy bright Ideas standing by,
+  I found it pure, and perfect Poesy,
+  There read I, streight, thy learned Legends three,
+  Heard the soft ayres, between our Swaynes & thee,
+  Which made me thinke, the old Theocritus,
+  Or Rurall Virgil come, to pipe to vs!
+  But then, thy’epistolar Heroick Songs,
+  Their loues, their quarrels, iealousies, and wrongs
+  Did all so strike me, as I cry’d, who can
+  With vs be call’d, the Naso, but this man?
+  And looking vp, I saw Mineruas fowle,
+  Pearch’d ouer head, the wise Athenian Owle:
+  I thought thee then our Orpheus, that wouldst try
+  Like him, to make the ayre, one volary:
+  And I had stil’d thee, Orpheus, but before
+  My lippes could forme the voyce, I heard that Rore,
+  And Rouze, the Marching of a mighty force,
+  Drums against Drums, the neighing of the Horse,
+  The Fights, the Cryes, and wondring at the Iarres
+  I saw, and read, it was thy Barons Warres!
+  O, how in those, dost thou instruct these times,
+  That Rebells actions, are but valiant crimes!
+  And caried, though with shoute, and noyse, confesse
+  A wild, and an authoriz’d wickednesse!
+  Sayst thou so, Lucan? But thou scornst to stay
+  Vnder one title. Thou hast made thy way
+  And flight about the Ile, well neare, by this,
+  In thy admired Periégesis,
+  Or vniuersall circumduction
+  Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon.
+  That reade it? that are rauish’d! such was I
+  With euery song, I sweare, and so would dye:
+  But that I heare, againe, thy Drum to beate
+  A better cause, and strike the brauest heate
+  That euer yet did fire the English blood!
+  Our right in France! if ritely vnderstood.
+  There, thou art Homer! Pray thee vse the stile
+  Thou hast deseru’d: And let me reade the while
+  Thy Catalogue of Ships, exceeding his,
+  Thy list of aydes, and force, for so it is:
+  The Poets act! and for his Country’s sake
+  Braue are the Musters, that the Muse will make.
+  And when he ships them where to vse their Armes,
+  How do his trumpets breath! What loud alarmes!
+  Looke, how we read the Spartans were inflam’d
+  With bold Tyrtæus verse, when thou art nam’d,
+  So shall our English Youth vrge on, and cry
+  An Agincourt, an Agincourt, or dye.
+  This booke! it is a Catechisme to fight,
+  And will be bought of euery Lord, and Knight,
+  That can but reade; who cannot, may in prose
+  Get broken peeces, and fight well by those.
+  The miseries of Margaret the Queene
+  Of tender eyes will more be wept, then seene:
+  I feele it by mine owne, that ouer flow,
+  And stop my sight, in euery line I goe.
+  But then refreshed, with thy Fayerie Court,
+  I looke on Cynthia, and Sirenas sport,
+  As, on two flowry Carpets, that did rise,
+  And with their grassie greene restor’d mine eyes.
+  Yet giue mee leaue, to wonder at the birth
+  Of thy strange Moon-Calfe, both thy straine of mirth,
+  And Gossip-got acquaintance, as, to vs
+  Thou hadst brought Lapland, or old Cobalus,
+  Empusa, Lamia, or some Monster, more
+  Then Affricke knew, or the full Grecian shore!
+  I gratulate it to thee, and thy Ends,
+  To all thy vertuous, and well chosen Friends,
+  Onely my losse is, that I am not there:
+  And, till I worthy am to wish I were,
+  I call the world, that enuies mee, to see
+  If I can be a Friend, and Friend to thee.
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT.
+
+
+[Stanza 1: _The law Salique was, that women should not inherite; which
+law, Edward the third, by his right to the Crowne by his mother,
+cancelled with his sword: for so much as at that time made way to his
+clayme, though in France that law bee inuiolable._]
+
+  Ceas’d was the Thunder, of those Drummes which wak’d
+  Th’affrighted French their miseries to view,
+  At Edwards name, which to that houre still quak’d,
+  Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw,
+  Yet were the English courages not slak’d,
+  But the same Bowes, and the same Blades they drew,
+    With the same Armes, those weapons to aduance,
+    Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France.
+
+[Stanza 2: _Henry the 4. so named of a Town in Lincolne Shiere, where he
+was borne._]
+
+  Henry the fift, that man made out of fire,
+  Th’Imperiall Wreath plac’d on his Princely browe;
+  His Lyons courage stands not to enquire
+  Which way olde Henry came by it; or howe
+  At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire:
+  What’s that to him? He hath the Garland now;
+    Let Bullingbrook beware how he it wan,
+    For Munmouth meanes to keepe it, if he can.
+
+[Stanza 3: _Henry the fift borne at Munmouth in Wales. Dowglas in that
+battaile slew three in the Kings coat Armour._]
+
+  That glorious day, which his great Father got,
+  Vpon the Percyes; calling to their ayde
+  The valiant Dowglass, that Herculian Scot,
+  When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde,
+  Had quite dishartned eu’ry other plot,
+  And all those Tempests quietly had layde,
+    That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare,
+    No former King had seene a skye so cleere.
+
+[Stanza 4: _Wickliffe a learned Diuine, and the greatest Protestant of
+those times._]
+
+  Yet the rich Clergy felt a fearefull Rent,
+  In the full Bosome of their Church (whilst she
+  A Monarchesse, immeasurably spent,
+  Lesse then she was, and thought she might not be:)
+  By Wickclif and his followers; to preuent
+  The growth of whose opinions, and to free
+    That foule Aspersion, which on her they layde,
+    She her strongst witts must stirre vp to her ayde.
+
+[Stanza 5: _A Parliament at Leicester._]
+
+  When presently a Parliament is calld
+  To sett things steddy, that stood not so right,
+  But that thereby the poore might be inthral’d,
+  Should they be vrged by those that were of might,
+  That in his Empire, equitie enstauld,
+  It should continue in that perfect plight;
+    Wherefore to Lester, he th’Assembly drawes,
+    There to Inact those necessary Lawes.
+
+[Stanza 6]
+
+  In which one Bill (mongst many) there was red,
+  Against the generall, and superfluous waste
+  Of temporall Lands, (the Laity that had fed)
+  Vpon the Houses of Religion caste,
+  Which for defence might stand the Realme in sted,
+  Where it most needed were it rightly plac’t;
+    Which made those Church-men generally to feare,
+    For all this calme, some tempest might be neare.
+
+[Stanza 7]
+
+  And being right skilfull, quickly they forsawe,
+  No shallow braines this bus’nesse went about:
+  Therefore with cunning they must cure this flawe;
+  For of the King they greatly stood in doubt,
+  Lest him to them, their opposites should drawe,
+  Some thing must be thrust in, to thrust that out:
+    And to this end they wisely must prouide
+    One, this great Engine, Clearkly that could guide.
+
+[Stanza 8: _Henry Chichley succeeding Arundell (late deceased) in that
+See._]
+
+  Chichley, that sate on Canterburies See,
+  A man well spoken, grauely stout, and wise,
+  The most select, (then thought of that could be,)
+  To act what all the Prelacie diuise;
+  (For well they knew, that in this bus’nesse, he
+  Would to the vtmost straine his faculties;)
+    Him lift they vp, with their maine strength, to proue
+    By some cleane slight this Lybell to remoue.
+
+[Stanza 9: _So they termed it as not worthy of a better tytle._]
+
+  His braine in labour, gladly foorth would bring
+  Somewhat, that at this needfull time might fit,
+  The sprightly humor of this youthfull King,
+  If his inuention could but light of it;
+  His working soule proiecteth many a thing,
+  Vntill at length out of the strength of wit,
+    He found a warre with France, must be the way
+    To dash this Bill, else threatning their decay.
+
+[Stanza 10]
+
+  Whilst vacant mindes sate in their breasts at ease,
+  And the remembrance of their Conquests past,
+  Vpon their fansies doth so strongly sease,
+  As in their teeth, their Cowardise it cast
+  Rehearsing to them those victorious daies,
+  The deeds of which, beyond their names should last,
+    That after ages, reading what was theirs,
+    Shall hardly thinke, those men had any Heires.
+
+[Stanza 11]
+
+  And to this point, premeditating well,
+  A speech, (which chanc’d, the very pinne to cleaue)
+  Aym’d, whatsoeuer the successe befell
+  That it no roomth should for a second leaue,
+  More of this Title then in hand to tell,
+  If so his skill him did not much deceaue,
+    And gainst the King in publike should appeare;
+    Thus frames his speech to the Assembly there.
+
+[Stanza 12: _The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration, to the King &
+Parliament at Lecester, in the Eleuen following Stanzas._]
+
+  Pardon my boldnesse, my Liedge Soueraine Lord,
+  Nor your Dread presence let my speech offend,
+  Your milde attention, fauourably affoord,
+  Which, such cleere vigour to my spirit shall lend,
+  That it shall set an edge vpon your Sword,
+  To my demand, and make you to attend,
+    Asking you, why, men train’d to Armes you keepe,
+    Your right in France yet suffering still to sleepe.
+
+[Stanza 13]
+
+  Can such a Prince be in an Iland pent,
+  And poorely thus shutt vp within a Sea.
+  When as your right includes that large extent,
+  To th’either Alpes your Empire forth to lay,
+  Can he be English borne, and is not bent
+  To follow you, appoint you but the way,
+    Weele wade if we want ships, the waues or climme,
+    In one hand hold our swords, with th’other swim.
+
+[Stanza 14: _The Crowne of France descended vpon Edward the third, from
+Isabell his Mother, Daughter and suruiuing heyre, to King Philippe of
+France named the fayre._]
+
+  What time controules, your braue great Grandsires claim,
+  To th’Realme of France, from Philip nam’d the faire,
+  Which to King Edward by his mother came,
+  Queene Isabel; that Philips onely heire,
+  Which this short intermission doth not maime,
+  But if it did, as he, so yours repaire;
+    That where his Right in bloud preuailed not,
+    In spight of hell, yet by his Sword he got.
+
+[Stanza 15]
+
+  What set that Conqueror, by their Salique Lawes,
+  Those poore decrees their Parliaments could make,
+  He entred on the iustnesse of his Cause,
+  To make good, what he dar’d to vndertake,
+  And once in Action, he stood not to pause,
+  But in vpon them like a Tempest brake,
+    And downe their buildings with such fury bare,
+    That they from mists dissolued were to ayre.
+
+[Stanza 16]
+
+  As those braue Edwards, Father, and the Sonne,
+  At Conquer’d Cressy, with successefull lucke,
+  Where first all France (as at one game) they wonne,
+  Neuer two Warriours, such a Battaile strucke,
+  That when the bloudy dismall fight was done,
+  Here in one heape, there in another Rucke
+    Princes and Peasants lay together mixt,
+    The English Swords, no difference knew betwixt.
+
+[Stanza 17: _Iames, Daulphine of Viennoies. The Dukes of Lorraine, and
+Burbon. The Earles of Aumerle, Sauoye, Mountbilliard, Flaunders, Neuers
+& Harecourt._]
+
+  There Lewes King of Beame was ouerthrowne
+  With valient Charles, of France the younger Brother,
+  A Daulphine, and two Dukes, in pieces hewen;
+  To them six Earles lay slaine by one another;
+  There the grand Prior of France, fetcht his last groane,
+  Two Archbishops the boystrous Croud doth smother,
+    There fifteene thousand of their Gentrie dy’de
+    With each two Souldiers, slaughtered by his side.
+
+[Stanza 18: _King Iohn of France and Philip his Son taken by the Black
+Prince at the Battaile of Poyteers, brought Prisoners to England._]
+
+[_Iohn of Cleumount._]
+
+[_Peter of Burbon._]
+
+  Nor the Blacke Prince, at Poyteers battaile fought;
+  Short of his Father, and himselfe before,
+  Her King and Prince, that prisoners hither brought
+  From forty thousand weltring in their gore,
+  That in the Worlds opinion it was thought,
+  France from that instant could subsist no more,
+    The Marshall, and the Constable, there slaine
+    Vnder the Standard, in that Battaile ta’ne.
+
+[Stanza 19: _Examples of such as haue aduanced thẽselues to the Crowne
+of France against the strict letter of the lawe Salique, in the two
+following Stanzas._]
+
+  Nor is this clayme for women to succeede,
+  (Gainst which they would your right to France debarre)
+  A thing so new, that it so much should neede
+  Such opposition, as though fetcht from farre,
+  By Pepin this is prou’d, as by a deede,
+  Deposing Cheldrick, by a fatall warre,
+    By Blythild dar’d his title to aduance,
+    Daughter to Clothar, first so nam’d of France.
+
+[Stanza 20]
+
+  Hugh Capet, who from Charles of Lorayne tooke
+  The Crowne of France, that he in peace might raigne,
+  As heire to Lingard to her title stooke,
+  Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine,
+  So holy Lewes poring on his booke,
+  Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe,
+    From Ermingard his Grandame, claim’d the Crowne,
+    Duke Charles his daughter, wrongfully put downe.
+
+[Stanza 21]
+
+  Nor thinke my Leege a fitter time then this,
+  You could haue found your Title to aduance,
+  At the full height when now the faction is,
+  T’wixt Burgoyne, and the house of Orleance,
+  Your purpose you not possibly can misse,
+  It for my Lord so luckily doth chance,
+    That whilst these two in opposition stand,
+    You may haue time, your Army there to land.
+
+[Stanza 22]
+
+  And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse,
+  My visuall sence, me thinkes in euery eye
+  I see such cheere, as of our good successe
+  In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;
+  Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse
+  Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply
+    My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,
+    Who humbly here submit to your assent.
+
+[Stanza 23]
+
+  This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou’d,
+  Then e’r our Fathers got, which rais’d vs hier,
+  The Clergies feare that quietly remou’d,
+  And into France transferd our Hostile fier,
+  It made the English through the world belou’d,
+  That durst to those so mighty things aspire,
+    And gaue so cleere a luster to our fame,
+    That neighbouring Nations trembled at our name.
+
+[Stanza 24]
+
+  When through the house, this rumor scarcely ran,
+  That warre with France propounded was againe,
+  In all th’Assembly there was not a man,
+  But put the proiect on with might and maine,
+  So great applause it generally wan,
+  That else no bus’nesse they would entertaine,
+    As though their honour vtterly were lost,
+    If this designe should any way be crost.
+
+[Stanza 25]
+
+  So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set
+  That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,
+  What might fall out this enterprize to let,
+  As what againe might giue it wings of hast,
+  And for they knew, the French did still abet
+  The Scot against vs, (which we vsde to tast)
+    It question’d was if it were fit or no,
+    To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.
+
+[Stanza 26: _Ralph Neuill then Warden of the Marches betwixt England and
+Scotland._]
+
+[_An old adage, He that will France winne: must with Scotland first
+beginne._]
+
+  Which Ralph then Earle of Westmorland propos’d,
+  Quoth he, with Scotland let vs first begin,
+  By which we are vpon the North inclos’d,
+  And lockt with vs, one Continent within,
+  Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos’d,
+  And with more ease, yee spatious France may winne,
+    Else of our selues, ere we our Ships can cleere,
+    To land in France; they will inuade vs here.
+
+[Stanza 27: _The Duke of Excester the Kings own vnckle._]
+
+  Not so braue Neuill, Excester replies,
+  For that of one two labours were to make,
+  For Scotland wholly vpon France relies;
+  First, Conquer France, and Scotland yee may take,
+  Tis the French pay, the Scot to them that tyes,
+  That stopt, asunder quickly yee shall shake
+    The French and Scots; to France then first say I,
+    First, first, to France, then all the Commons cry.
+
+[Stanza 28: _The first breach with France._]
+
+  And instantly an Embassy is sent,
+  To Charles of France, to will him to restore
+  Those Territories, of whose large extent,
+  The English Kings were owners of before;
+  Which if he did not, and incontinent,
+  The King would set those English on his Shore,
+    That in despight of him, and all his might,
+    Should leaue their liues there, or redeeme his right.
+
+[Stanza 29: _The Countries demanded by the King of England._]
+
+  First Normandy, in his demand he makes,
+  With Aquitane, a Dutchy no lesse great,
+  Aniou, and Mayne, with Gascoyne which he takes
+  Cleerely his owne, as any English seat;
+  With these proud France, he first of all awakes,
+  For their deliuery, giuing power to treat;
+    For well he knew, if Charles should these restore,
+    No King of France was euer left so poore.
+
+[Stanza 30: _The King and Daulphine of France, deriding the King of
+England._]
+
+  The King, and Daulphin, to his proud demand,
+  That he might see they no such matter ment,
+  As a thing fitter for his youthfull hand;
+  A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent,
+  Better himselfe to make him vnderstand,
+  Deriding his ridiculous intent:
+    And that was all the answere he could get,
+    Which more, the King doth to this Conquest whet.
+
+[Stanza 31: _Henry the fift answered for the Tennis Balls._]
+
+[_The language of Tennis._]
+
+  That answering the Ambassadour, quoth he,
+  Thanks for my Balls, to Charles your Soueraigne giue,
+  And thus assure him, and his sonne from me,
+  I’le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue,
+  That they such Racket shall in Paris see,
+  When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,
+    As that before the Set be fully done,
+    France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.
+
+[Stanza 32]
+
+  So little doth luxurious France fore-see
+  By her disdaine, what shee vpon her drew:
+  In her most brauery seeming then to be,
+  The punishment that shortly should ensue,
+  Which so incenst the English King, that he
+  For full reuenge into that fury grew:
+    That those three horrors, Famine, Sword, and Fire,
+    Could not suffice to satisfie his ire.
+
+[Stanza 33]
+
+  In all mens mouthes now was no word but warre,
+  As though no thing had any other name;
+  And folke would aske of them ariu’d from farre,
+  What forces were preparing whence they came?
+  ’Gainst any bus’nesse ’twas a lawfull barre
+  To say for France they were; and ’twas a shame
+    For any man to take in hand to doe
+    Ought, but some thing that did belong thereto.
+
+[Stanza 34: _Blades accounted of the best temper._]
+
+  Olde Armours are drest vp, and new are made;
+  Iacks are in working, and strong shirts of Male,
+  He scowers an olde Fox, he a Bilbowe blade,
+  Now Shields and Targets onely are for sale;
+  Who works for warre, now thriueth by his Trade,
+  The browne Bill, and the Battell-Axe preuaile:
+    The curious Fletcher fits his well-strung Bowe,
+    And his barb’d Arrow which he sets to showe.
+
+[Stanza 35]
+
+  Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,
+  (E’r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)
+  Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,
+  With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,
+  Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht
+  To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:
+    His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,
+    And bids them worke that will, to France hee’ll goe.
+
+[Stanza 36: _Armed at all points._]
+
+[_Armings for the thigh and legge._]
+
+[_Armings for the arme and shoulder._]
+
+  Rich Saddles for the Light-horse and the Bard
+  For to be brau’st there’s not a man but plyes,
+  Plumes, Bandroules, and Caparizons prepar’d;
+  Whether of two, and men at Armes diuise
+  The Greaues, or Guyses were the surer guard,
+  The Vambrasse, or the Pouldron, they should prize;
+    And where a stand of Pykes plac’t close, or large,
+    Which way to take aduantage in the Charge.
+
+[Stanza 37]
+
+  One traynes his Horse, another trayles his Pyke,
+  He with his Pole-Axe, practiseth the fight,
+  The Bowe-man (which no Country hath the like)
+  With his sheafe Arrow, proueth by his might,
+  How many score off, he his Foe can strike,
+  Yet not to draw aboue his bosomes hight:
+    The Trumpets sound the Charge and the Retreat,
+    The bellowing Drumme, the Martch againe doth beat.
+
+[Stanza 38: _Great Ordnance then but newly in vse._]
+
+  Cannons vpon their Caridge mounted are,
+  Whose Battery France must feele vpon her Walls,
+  The Engineer prouiding the Petar,
+  To breake the strong Percullice, and the Balls,
+  Of Wild-fire deuis’d to throw from farre,
+  To burne to ground their Pallaces and Halls:
+    Some studying are, the scale which they had got,
+    Thereby to take the Leuell of their Shot.
+
+[Stanza 39]
+
+  The man in yeares preacht to his youthfull sonne
+  Prest to this Warre, as they sate by the fire,
+  What deedes in France were by his Father done,
+  To this attempt to worke him to aspire,
+  And told him, there how he an Ensigne wonne,
+  Which many a yeare was hung vp in the Quire:
+    And in the Battell, where he made his way,
+    How many French men he struck downe that day.
+
+[Stanza 40]
+
+  The good old man, with teares of ioy would tell,
+  In Cressy field what prizes Edward play’d,
+  As what at Poycteers the Black Prince befell,
+  How like a Lyon, he about him layd:
+  In deedes of Armes how Awdley did excell,
+  For their olde sinnes, how they the French men payd:
+    How brauely Basset did behaue him there:
+    How Oxford charg’d the Van, Warwick the Reare.
+
+[Stanza 41]
+
+  And Boy, quoth he, I haue heard thy Grandsire say,
+  That once he did an English Archer see,
+  Who shooting at a French twelue score away,
+  Quite through the body, stuck him to a Tree;
+  Vpon their strengths a King his Crowne might lay:
+  Such were the men of that braue age, quoth he,
+    When with his Axe he at his Foe let driue,
+    Murriain and scalpe downe to the teeth did riue.
+
+[Stanza 42]
+
+  The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his Mule,
+  With neighing Steeds the Streetes so pestred are;
+  For where he wont in Westminster to rule,
+  On his Tribunal sate the man of Warre,
+  The Lawyer to his Chamber doth recule,
+  For be hath now no bus’nesse at the Barre:
+    But to make Wills and Testaments for those
+    That were for France, their substance to dispose.
+
+[Stanza 43]
+
+  By this, the Counsell of this Warre had met,
+  And had at large of eu’ry thing discust;
+  And the graue Clergie had with them beene set:
+  To warrant what they vndertook was iust,
+  And as for monies that to be no let,
+  They bad the King for that to them to trust:
+    The Church to pawne, would see her Challice layde,
+    E’r shee would leaue one Pyoner vnpayde.
+
+[Stanza 44: _Halfe the circuit of the Island, from the Spanish to the
+German Ocean._]
+
+[_Edward the third._]
+
+  From Milford Hauen, to the mouth of Tweed,
+  Ships of all burthen to Southampton brought,
+  For there the King the Rendeuous decreed
+  To beare aboard his most victorious fraught:
+  The place from whence he with the greatest speed
+  Might land in France, (of any that was thought)
+    And with successe vpon that lucky shore,
+    Where his great Grandsire landed had before.
+
+[Stanza 45]
+
+  But, for he found those vessels were to fewe,
+  That into France his Army should conuay:
+  He sent to Belgia, whose great store he knewe,
+  Might now at neede supply him euery way.
+  His bounty ample, as the windes that blewe,
+  Such Barkes for Portage out of eu’ry bay
+    In Holland, Zealand, and in Flanders, brings;
+    As spred the wide sleeue with their canuase wings.
+
+[Stanza 46: _The Sea betwixt France and England so called._]
+
+[_A Catalogue of the Ships in 12 Stanzas._]
+
+  But first seauen Ships from Rochester are sent,
+  The narrow Seas, of all the French to sweepe:
+  All men of Warre with scripts of Mart that went,
+  And had command, the Coast of France to keepe:
+  The comming of a Nauie to preuent,
+  And view what strength, was in the Bay of Deepe:
+    And if they found it like to come abroad,
+    To doe their best to fire it in the Road.
+
+[Stanza 47: _The names of the Kings 7 Ships of War._]
+
+[_An Indian Bird so great, that she is able to carry an Elephant._]
+
+  The Bonauenture, George, and the Expence,
+  Three as tall Ships, as e’r did Cable tewe,
+  The Henry Royall, at her parting thence,
+  Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that flewe:
+  The Antilop, the Elephant, Defence,
+  Bottoms as good as euer spread a clue:
+    All hauing charge, their voyage hauing bin,
+    Before Southampton to take Souldiers in.
+
+[Stanza 48]
+
+  Twelue Merchants Ships, of mighty burthen all,
+  New off the Stocks, that had beene rig’d for Stoad,
+  Riding in Thames by Lymehouse and Blackwall
+  That ready were their Merchandize to load,
+  Straitly commanded by the Admirall,
+  At the same Port to settle their aboad:
+    And each of these a Pinnis at command,
+    To put her fraught conueniently to land.
+
+[Stanza 49]
+
+  Eight goodly Ships, so Bristow ready made,
+  Which to the King they bountifully lent,
+  With Spanish Wines which they for Ballast lade,
+  In happy speed of his braue Voyage ment,
+  Hoping his Conquest should enlarge their Trade,
+  And there-withall a rich and spacious Tent:
+    And as, this Fleet the Seuerne Seas doth stem,
+    Fiue more from Padstowe came along with them.
+
+[Stanza 50]
+
+  The Hare of Loo, a right good Ship well knowne,
+  The yeare before that twice the Strayts had past,
+  Two wealthy Spanish Merchants did her owne,
+  Who then but lately had repair’d her wast;
+  For from her Deck a Pyrate she had blowne,
+  After a long Fight, and him tooke at last:
+    And from Mounts Bay sixe more, that still in sight,
+    Wayted with her before the Ile of Wight.
+
+[Stanza 51: _The Bay of Portugall one of the highest working Seas that
+is known._]
+
+  From Plymmouth next came in the Blazing Starre,
+  And fiery Dragon to take in their fraught;
+  With other foure, especiall men of Warre,
+  That in the Bay of Portugall had fought;
+  And though returning from a Voyage farre,
+  Stem’d that rough Sea, when at the high’st it wrought:
+    With these, of Dertmouth seau’n good Ships there were,
+    The golden Cressant in their tops that beare.
+
+[Stanza 52]
+
+  So Lyme, three Ships into the Nauy sent,
+  Of which the Sampson scarse a mon’th before,
+  Had sprung a Planke, and her mayne Mast had spent,
+  With extreame perill that she got to shore;
+  With them fiue other out of Waymouth went,
+  Which by Southampton, were made vp a score:
+    With those that rode (at pleasure) in the Bay,
+    And that at Anchor before Portsmouth lay.
+
+[Stanza 53: _A Country lying upon the east Sea bordring upon Poland._]
+
+[_Famous for Herring fishing._]
+
+  Next these, Newcastle furnisheth the Fleet
+  With nine good Hoyes of necessary vse;
+  The Danish Pyrats, valiantly that beet,
+  Offring to Sack them as they sayl’d for Sluce:
+  Six Hulks from Hull at Humbers mouth them meet,
+  Which had them oft accompanied to Pruce.
+    Fiue more from Yarmouth falling them among,
+    That had for Fishing beene prepared long.
+
+[Stanza 54]
+
+  The Cowe of Harwich, neuer put to flight,
+  For Hides, and Furres, late to Muscouia bound,
+  Of the same Port, another nam’d the Spight,
+  That in her comming lately through the Sound,
+  After a two-dayes-still-continued fight,
+  Had made three Flemings runne themselues a ground;
+    With three neat Flee-boats which with them doe take,
+    Six Ships of Sandwich vp the Fleet to make.
+
+[Stanza 55: _Aydes to the King by the Nobility._]
+
+  Nine Ships for the Nobility there went,
+  Of able men, the enterprize to ayde,
+  Which to the King most liberally they lent,
+  At their owne charge, and bountifully payde,
+  Northumberland, and Westmerland in sent
+  Fourescore at Armes a peece, themselues and layde
+    At six score Archers each, as Suffolke showes,
+    Twenty tall men at Armes, with forty Bowes.
+
+[Stanza 56]
+
+  Warwick and Stafford leauied at no lesse
+  Then noble Suffolke, nor doe offer more
+  Of men at Armes, and Archers which they presse,
+  Of their owne Tenants, Arm’d with their owne store:
+  Their forwardnesse fore-showes their good successe
+  In such a Warre, as had not beene before:
+    And other Barrons vnder Earles that were,
+    Yet dar’d with them an equall charge to beare.
+
+[Stanza 57]
+
+  Darcy and Camois, zealous for the King,
+  Louell, Fitzwater, Willoughby, and Rosse,
+  Berckley, Powis, Burrell, fast together cling;
+  Seymer, and Saint Iohn for the bus’nesse closse,
+  Each twenty Horse, and forty foote doe bring
+  More, to nine hundred mounting in the grosse
+    In those nine Ships, and fitly them bestow’d,
+    Which with the other fall into the Road.
+
+[Stanza 58]
+
+  From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders wonne
+  By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came,
+  From fifty vpward, to fiue hundred Tunne;
+  For eu’ry vse a Marriner could name,
+  Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne,
+  Show’d as the Sea had all beene of a flame;
+    For Skiffes, Crayes, Scallops, and the like, why these
+    From eu’ry small Creeke, cou’red all the Seas.
+
+[Stanza 59]
+
+  The man whose way from London hap’d to lye,
+  By those he met might guesse the generall force,
+  Daily encountred as he passed by,
+  Now with a Troupe of Foote, and then of Horse,
+  To whom the people still themselues apply,
+  Bringing them victuals as in mere remorce:
+    And still the acclamation of the presse,
+    Saint George for England, to your good successe.
+
+[Stanza 60]
+
+  There might a man haue seene in eu’ry Streete,
+  The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne:
+  Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete:
+  The Wife with her deare Husband ne’r had done:
+  Brother, his Brother, with adieu to greete:
+  One Friend to take leaue of another runne:
+    The Mayden with her best belou’d to part,
+    Gaue him her hand, who tooke away her heart.
+
+[Stanza 61]
+
+  The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue,
+  On their coruetting Coursers mounted faire,
+  One ware his Mistris Garter, one her Gloue;
+  And he a lock of his deare Ladies haire;
+  And he her Colours, whom he most did loue;
+  There was not one but did some Fauour weare:
+    And each one tooke it, on his happy speede,
+    To make it famous by some Knightly deede.
+
+[Stanza 62]
+
+  The cloudes of dust, that from the wayes arose,
+  Which in their martch, the trampling Troupes doe reare:
+  When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose
+  In his descending, shining wondrous cleare,
+  To the beholder farre off standing showes
+  Like some besieged Towne, that were on fire:
+    As though fore-telling e’r they should returne,
+    That many a Citie yet secure must burne.
+
+[Stanza 63]
+
+  The well-rig’d Nauie falne into the Road,
+  For this short Cut with victuall fully stor’d,
+  The King impatient of their long aboad,
+  Commands his Army instantly aboard,
+  Casting to haue each Company bestow’d,
+  As then the time conuenience could afford;
+    The Ships appointed wherein they should goe,
+    And Boats prepar’d for waftage to and fro.
+
+[Stanza 64]
+
+  To be imbarqu’d when euery Band comes downe,
+  Each in their order as they mustred were,
+  Or by the difference of their [a]Armings knowne,
+  Or by their Colours; for in Ensignes there,
+  Some wore the Armes of their most ancient Towne,
+  Others againe their owne Diuises beare,
+    There was not any, but that more or lesse,
+    Something had got, that something should expresse.
+
+    [Note a: _A Blazon of the Ensignes of the seuerall Shires, in 14
+    Stanzas following._]
+
+[Stanza 65]
+
+  First, in the [b]Kentish Stremer was a Wood,
+  Out of whose top an arme that held a Sword,
+  As their right Embleme; and to make it good,
+  They aboue other onely had a Word,
+  Which was; Vnconquer’d; as that freest had stood.
+  [c]Sussex the next that was to come Aboard
+    Bore a Blacke Lyon Rampant, sore that bled,
+    With a Field-Arrow darted through the head.
+
+    [Note b: _Expressing their freedom, as still retaining their
+    ancient liberties, by surprising the Conqueror like a mouing
+    Wood._]
+
+    [Note c: _An expressiõ of King Harolds death, slaine with an Arrow
+    in the head, at the Battaile of Hastings, fighting against the
+    Conqueror._]
+
+[Stanza 66]
+
+  The men of [d]Surrey, Cheeky Blew and gold,
+  (Which for braue Warren their first Earle they wore,
+  In many a Field that honour’d was of olde:)
+  And Hamshere next in the same Colours bore,
+  Three Lions Passant, th’ Armes of Beuis bould,
+  Who through the World so famous was of yore;
+    A siluer[e] Tower, Dorsets Red Banner beares;
+    The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs.
+
+    [Note d: _The first famous Earle of that Countrey._]
+
+    [Note e: _Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that
+    County, lying vpon the French sea._]
+
+[Stanza 67]
+
+  The [f]Deuonshire Band, a Beacon set on fire,
+  Sommerset [g]a Virgine bathing in a Spring,
+  Their Cities Armes, the men of Glostershire,
+  In Gold three [h]Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring;
+  Wiltshire a Crowned[a] Piramed; As nigher
+  Then any other to martch to the King;
+    Barkshire a [b]Stag, vnder an Oake that stood,
+    Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood.
+
+    [Note f: _As lying the fittest to expell or forwarne Inuasion._]
+
+    [Note g: _Expressing the delicacy of the Bath, their chiefe
+    Citty._]
+
+    [Note h: _The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of
+    Gloster borne by the City._]
+
+    [Note a: _Stonidge being the first wonder of England, standing in
+    Wiltshire._]
+
+    [Note b: _An old Embleme of Berech, or Berkshire._]
+
+[Stanza 68]
+
+  The mustred men for [c]Buckingham, are gone
+  Vnder the Swan, the Armes of that olde Towne,
+  The Londoners, and Middlesex as one,
+  Are by the Red Crosse, and the Dagger knowne;
+  The Men of [d]Essex ouermatch’d by none,
+  Vnder Queene Hellens Image Martching downe;
+    [e]Suffolke a Sunne halfe risen from the brack,
+    [f]Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphines backe.
+
+    [Note c: _A Badge of the ancient family of the Staffords Dukes of
+    that place._]
+
+    [Note d: _Queene Helen Founder of the Crosse, wife to Constantine,
+    and Daughter to King Coell, builder of Colchester in Essex._]
+
+    [Note e: _Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres._]
+
+    [Note f: _For the braue prospect to the Germaine Ocean._]
+
+[Stanza 69]
+
+  The Souldiers sent from [g]Cambridgshire, a Bay
+  Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower:
+  Hartford[h] two Harts that in a Riuer play;
+  Bedfords an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower,
+  And [i]Huntington a People proud as they,
+  Not giuing place to any for their power,
+    A youthfull Hunter, with a Chaplet Crown’d,
+    In a pyde Lyam leading forth his Hound.
+
+    [Note g: _Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersitie their Shiere
+    Towne._]
+
+    [Note h: _The Armes of the Towne somewhat alluding to the name._]
+
+    [Note i: _The Armes of the towne of Huntingdon, first so named of
+    a place where Hunters met._]
+
+[Stanza 70]
+
+  Northampton[k] with a Castle seated high,
+  Supported by two Lyons thither came;
+  The men of [l]Rutland, to them marching nie,
+  In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram,
+  And [m]Lestershire that on their strength relye,
+  A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game.
+    Lincolne[n] a Ship most neatly that was lim’d
+    In all her Sailes with Flags and Pennons trim’d.
+
+    [Note k: _The armes of the towne._]
+
+    [Note l: _From the aboundance of wooll in that tract._]
+
+    [Note m: _A sport more vsed in that Shiere from ancient time, then
+    in any other._]
+
+    [Note n: _For the length that it hath vpon the Germane Ocean._]
+
+[Stanza 71]
+
+  Stout[a] Warwickshire, her ancient badge the Beare,
+  Worster[b] a Peare-Tree laden with the Fruit,
+  A Golden Fleece and[c] Hereford doth weare,
+  Stafford[d] a Hermet in his homely sute,
+  Shropshire[e] a Falcon towring in the Ayre,
+  And for the Shiere whose surface seems most brute,
+    Darby, an Eagle sitting on a Roote,
+    A swathed Infant holding in her foote.
+
+    [Note a: _The Beare and ragged Staffe, the ancient Armes of that
+    Earledome._]
+
+    [Note b: _For the aboundance of fruit more there then in any other
+    tract._]
+
+    [Note c: _The finenesse of the wooll of Lemster in that Shiere._]
+
+    [Note d: _Many Hermites liued there in the woods in times past, it
+    being all forrestie._]
+
+    [Note e: _Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that
+    Shiere, on which many Hawkes were wont to airy._]
+
+[Stanza 72]
+
+  Olde[f] Nottingham, an Archer clad in greene,
+  Vnder a Tree with his drawne Bowe that stood,
+  Which in a checkquer’d Flagge farre off was seene:
+  It was the Picture of olde Robin Hood,
+  And[g] Lancashire not as the least I weene,
+  Thorough three Crownes, three Arrowes smear’d with blood:
+    Cheshiere a Banner very square and broad,
+    Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode.
+
+    [Note f: _That famous out-law liued much in that Country, and is
+    yet by many places there celebrated._]
+
+    [Note g: _Accounted euer the best Archers in England._]
+
+[Stanza 73]
+
+  A flaming Lance, the[h] Yorkshiere men for them,
+  As those for Durham neere againe at hand,
+  A Myter crowned with a Diadem:
+  An Armed man, the men of[i] Cumberland:
+  So[k] Westmerland link’d with it in one Stem,
+  A Ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand:
+    Northumberland[l] with these com’n as a Brother,
+    Two Lyons fighting tearing one another.
+
+    [Note h: _For their agillity with the Speare, and swiftnesse of
+    their Naggs._]
+
+    [Note i: _Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots._]
+
+    [Note k: _Expressing the scite therof iuting out into those
+    dangerous Seas, betwixt England and Ireland._]
+
+    [Note l: _Their terrible conflicts (many times) with the Scots,
+    expressed in the fight between the golden and red Lyons._]
+
+[Stanza 74]
+
+  Thus as themselues the English men had show’d
+  Vnder the Ensigne of each seu’rall Shiere,
+  The Natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow’d
+  To their owne King, nor yet lesse valiant were,
+  In one strong Reg’ment had themselues bestow’d,
+  And of the rest, resumed had the Reare:
+    To their owne Quarter marching as the rest,
+    As neatly Arm’d, and brauely as the best.
+
+[Stanza 75]
+
+  [a]Pembrooke, a Boat wherein a Lady stood,
+  Rowing her selfe within a quiet Bay;
+  Those men of South-Wales of the [b]mixed blood,
+  Had of the Welch the leading of the way:
+  Caermardin[c] in her Colours beare a Rood,
+  Whereon an olde man lean’d himselfe to stay
+    At a Starre pointing; which of great renowne,
+    Was skilfull Merlin, namer of that Towne.
+
+    [Note a: _Milford Hauen in Pembrookeshiere, one of the brauest
+    harbours in the knowne world, therefore not vnaptly so
+    expressed._]
+
+    [Note b: _Partly Dutch, partly English, partly Welch._]
+
+    [Note c: _Merlin, by whose birth and knowledge that towne is made
+    famous._]
+
+[Stanza 76]
+
+  [d]Clamorgan men, a Castell great and hie,
+  From which, out of the Battlement aboue,
+  A flame shot vp it selfe into the skye:
+  The men of [e]Munmouth (for the ancient loue
+  To that deare Country; neighbouring them so nie)
+  Next after them in Equipage that moue,
+    Three Crownes Imperiall which supported were,
+    With three Arm’d Armes, in their proud Ensigne beare.
+
+    [Note d: _A Watch Tower or Pharus, hauing the scituation where
+    Seuerne beginneth to widden, as when Pirats haue come in to giue
+    warning to the other Maratyne Countries._]
+
+    [Note e: _For the glory it hath attained, to be the Kings
+    birth-place, and to expresse his principalities._]
+
+[Stanza 77]
+
+  The men of [f]Brecknock brought a Warlick Tent,
+  Vpon whose top there sate a watchfull Cock,
+  Radnor,[g] a mountaine of a high assent,
+  Thereon a Shepheard keeping of his Flock,
+  As [h]Cardigan the next to them that went,
+  Came with a Mermayde sitting on a Rock,
+    And [i]Merioneth beares (as these had done)
+    Three dancing Goates against the rising Sunne.
+
+    [Note f: _The Armes of Brecknock._]
+
+    [Note g: _Lying towards the midst of Wales, and for aboundance of
+    Sheepe, liuing on those high Mountaines._]
+
+    [Note h: _Expressing the scituation of that Shiere, lying on the
+    Maratine part vpon the Irish Sea._]
+
+    [Note i: _For the aboundance of Goates, being on those
+    inaccessible Mountaines._]
+
+[Stanza 78]
+
+  Those of [a]Montgomery, beare a prancing Steed,
+  Denbigh[b] a Neptune with his three-fork’d Mace:
+  Flintshiere[c] a Workmayd in her Summers weed,
+  With Sheafe and Sickle (with a warlick pace)
+  Those of Caernaruon not the least in speed,
+  Though marching last (in the mayne Armies face)
+    Three golden Eagles in their Ensigne brought,
+    Vnder which oft braue Owen Guyneth fought.
+
+    [Note a: _The Shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales._]
+
+    [Note b: _As opening it selfe to the great North or Deucalidonian
+    Sea._]
+
+    [Note c: _Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse, in that
+    little Tract._]
+
+[Stanza 79]
+
+  The Seas amazed at the fearefull sight,
+  Of Armes, and Ensignes, that aboard were brought,
+  Of Streamers, Banners, Pennons, Ensignes pight,
+  Vpon each Pup and Prowe; and at the fraught,
+  So full of terror, that it hardly might
+  Into a naturall course againe be brought,
+    As the vaste Nauie which at Anchor rides,
+    Proudly presumes to shoulder out the Tides.
+
+[Stanza 80: _A Simile of the Nauy._]
+
+  The Fleet then full, and floating on the Maine,
+  The numerous Masts, with their braue Topsailes spred,
+  When as the Winde a little doth them straine,
+  Seeme like a Forrest bearing her proud head
+  Against some rough flawe, that forerunns a raine;
+  So do they looke from euery loftie sted,
+    Which with the Surges tumbled too and fro,
+    Seeme (euen) to bend, as trees are seene to doe.
+
+[Stanza 81: _The braue solemnity at the departing of the Fleet._]
+
+  From euery Ship when as the Ordnance rore,
+  Of their depart, that all might vnderstand,
+  When as the zealous people from the shore,
+  Againe with fires salute them from the Land,
+  For so was order left with them before,
+  To watch the Beacons, with a carefull hand,
+    Which being once fierd, the people more or lesse,
+    Should all to Church, and pray for their successe.
+
+[Stanza 82: _The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne._]
+
+  They shape their Course into the Month of Seyne,
+  That destin’d Flood those Nauies to receiue,
+  Before whose fraught her France had prostrate laine,
+  As now she must this, that shall neuer leaue,
+  Vntill the Engines that it doth containe,
+  Into the ayre her heightned walls shall heaue;
+    Whose stubborne Turrets had refus’d to bow,
+    To that braue Nation that shall shake them now.
+
+[Stanza 83]
+
+  Long Boates with Scouts are put to land before,
+  Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to discry,
+  (Whilst the braue Army setting is on shore,)
+  To view what strength the enemy had nie,
+  Pressing the bosome of large France so sore,
+  That her pale Genius, in affright doth flye
+    To all her Townes and warnes them to awake,
+    And for her safety vp their Armes to take.
+
+[Stanza 84]
+
+  At Paris, Roan, and Orleance, she calls,
+  And at their gates with gronings doth complaine:
+  Then cries she out, O get vp to your walls:
+  The English Armies are return’d againe,
+  Which in two Battailes gaue those fatall falls,
+  At Cressie, and at Poyteers, where lay slaine
+    Our conquered Fathers, which with very feare
+    Quake in their Graues to feele them landed here.
+
+[Stanza 85]
+
+  The King of France now hauing vnderstood,
+  Of Henries entrance, (but too well improu’d,)
+  He cleerly saw that deere must be the blood,
+  That it must cost, e’r he could be remou’d;
+  He sends to make his other Sea Townes good,
+  Neuer before so much it him behou’d;
+    In eu’ry one a Garison to lay,
+    Fearing fresh powers from England eu’ry day.
+
+[Stanza 86: _The braue encouragement of a couragious King._]
+
+  To the high’st earth whilst awfull Henry gets,
+  From whence strong Harflew he might easl’est see,
+  With sprightly words, and thus their courage whets,
+  In yonder walls be Mynes of gold (quoth he)
+  He’s a poore Slaue, that thinkes of any debts;
+  Harflew shall pay for all, it ours shall be:
+    This ayre of France doth like me wondrous well,
+    Lets burne our Ships, for here we meane to dwell.
+
+[Stanza 87: _A charitable Proclamation made by the King._]
+
+  But through his Hoast, he first of all proclaim’d
+  In paine of death, no English man should take
+  From the Religious, aged, or the maym’d,
+  Or women that could no resistance make:
+  To gaine his owne for that he onely aym’d;
+  Nor would haue such to suffer for his sake:
+    Which in the French (when they the same did heare)
+    Bred of this braue King, a religious feare.
+
+[Stanza 88: _The Kings mayne Standard (for the ponderousnes thereof,)
+euer borne vpon a Carriage._]
+
+  His Army rang’d, in order fitting warre,
+  Each with some greene thing doth his Murrian crowne,
+  With his mayne standard fixt vpon the Carre;
+  Comes the great King before th’intrenched Towne,
+  Whilst from the walls the people gazing are,
+  In all their sights he sets his Army downe;
+    Nor for their shot he careth not a pin,
+    But seekes where he his Battery may begin.
+
+[Stanza 89: _The King makes his approches on three parts._]
+
+  And into three, his Army doth diuide,
+  His strong aproaches on three parts to make;
+  Himselfe on th’one, Clarence on th’other side,
+  To Yorke and Suffolke he the third doth take,
+  The Mines the Duke of Glocester doth guide;
+  Then caus’d his Ships the Riuer vp to Stake,
+    That none with Victuall should the Towne relieue
+    Should the Sword faile, with Famine them to grieue.
+
+[Stanza 90: _The King summons Harflew._]
+
+  From his Pauillion where he sate in State,
+  Arm’d for the Siedge, and buckling on his Shield,
+  Braue Henry sends his Herault to the Gate,
+  By Trumpets sound, to summon them to yeeld,
+  And to accept his Mercy, ere to late,
+  Or else to say ere he forsooke the field,
+    Harflew should be but a meere heape of Stones,
+    Her buildings buried with her Owners bones.
+
+[Stanza 91]
+
+  France on this sudaine put into a fright,
+  With the sad newes of Harflew in distresse,
+  Whose inexpected, miserable plight,
+  She on the suddaine, knew not to redresse,
+  But vrg’d to doe the vtmost that she might,
+  The peoples feares and clamours to suppresse,
+    Raiseth a power with all the speede she could,
+    Somewhat thereby, to loose King Henries hold.
+
+[Stanza 92: _Charles de Alibert, and Iohn Bowcequalt._]
+
+  The Marshall, and the Constable of France,
+  Leading those Forces levied for the turne,
+  By which they thought their Titles to aduance,
+  And of their Countrey endlesse praise to earne,
+  But it with them farre otherwise doth chance,
+  For when they saw the Villages to burne,
+    And high-towr’d Harflew round ingirt with fires,
+    They with their powers to Cawdebeck retire.
+
+[Stanza 93: _A Simile of the French powers._]
+
+  Like as a Hinde when shee her Calfe doth see,
+  Lighted by chance into a Lions pawes,
+  From which should shee aduenture it to free,
+  Shee must her selfe fill his deuouring Iawes,
+  And yet her young one, still his prey must be,
+  (Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes:)
+    With them so fares it, which must needs goe downe
+    If they would fight; and yet must loose the Towne:
+
+[Stanza 94: _A description of the siege of Harflewe, in the 19 following
+Stanzaes._]
+
+  Now doe they mount their Ordnance for the day,
+  Their scaling Ladders rearing to the walls,
+  Their battering Rammes against the gates they lay,
+  Their brazen slings send in the wilde-fire balls,
+  Baskets of twigs now carie stones and clay,
+  And to th’assault who furiously not falls;
+    The Spade and Pickax working are belowe,
+    Which then vnfelt, yet gaue the greatest blowe.
+
+[Stanza 95]
+
+  Rampiers of earth the painefull Pyoners raise
+  With the walls equall, close vpon the Dike,
+  To passe by which the Souldier that assayes,
+  On Planks thrust ouer, one him downe doth strike:
+  Him with a mall a second English payes,
+  A second French transpearc’d him with a Pyke:
+    That from the height of the embattel’d Towers,
+    Their mixed blood ranne downe the walls in showers.
+
+[Stanza 96]
+
+  A French man back into the Towne doth fall,
+  With a sheafe Arrow shot into the head;
+  An English man in scaling of the wall,
+  From the same place is by a stone struck dead;
+  Tumbling vpon them logs of wood, and all,
+  That any way for their defence might sted:
+    The hills at hand re-ecchoing with the din
+    Of shouts without, and fearefull shrickes within.
+
+[Stanza 97: _Crosbowe Arrowes._]
+
+  When all at once the English men assaile,
+  The French within all valiantly defend,
+  And in a first assault, if any faile,
+  They by a second striue it to amend:
+  Out of the Towne come quarries thick as haile;
+  As thick againe their Shafts the English send:
+    The bellowing Canon from both sides doth rore,
+    With such a noyse as makes the Thunder pore.
+
+[Stanza 98]
+
+  Now vpon one side you should heare a cry,
+  And all that Quarter clowded with a smother;
+  The like from that against it by and by;
+  As though the one were eccho to the other,
+  The King and Clarence so their turnes can ply:
+  And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother;
+    Whose Mynes to the besieg’d more mischiefe doe,
+    Then with th’assaults aboue, the other two.
+
+[Stanza 99]
+
+  An olde man sitting by the fier side,
+  Decrepit with extreamity of Age,
+  Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride,
+  Almost distracted with the Batteries rage:
+  Sometimes doth speake it faire, sometimes doth chide,
+  As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage,
+    By chance a Bullet doth the chimney hit,
+    Which falling in, doth kill both him and it.
+
+[Stanza 100]
+
+  Whilst the sad weeping Mother sits her downe,
+  To giue her little new-borne Babe the Pap:
+  A lucklesse quarry leueld at the Towne,
+  Kills the sweet Baby sleeping in her lap,
+  That with the fright shee falls into a swoone,
+  From which awak’d, and mad with the mishap;
+    As vp a Rampire shreeking she doth clim,
+    Comes a great Shot, and strikes her lim from lim.
+
+[Stanza 101]
+
+  Whilst a sort runne confusedly to quench,
+  Some Pallace burning, or some fired Street,
+  Call’d from where they were fighting in the Trench;
+  They in their way with Balls of Wilde-fire meet,
+  So plagued are the miserable French,
+  Not aboue head, but also vnder feet:
+    For the fierce English vowe the Towne to take,
+    Or of it soone a heape of stones to make.
+
+[Stanza 102]
+
+  Hot is the Siege the English comming on,
+  As men so long to be kept out that scorne,
+  Carelesse of wounds as they were made of stone;
+  As with their teeth the walls they would haue torne:
+  Into a Breach who quickly is not gone;
+  Is by the next behind him ouer-borne:
+    So that they found a place that gaue them way,
+    They neuer car’d what danger therein lay.
+
+[Stanza 103]
+
+  From eu’ry Quarter they their course must plye,
+  As’t pleas’d the King them to th’assault to call:
+  Now on the Duke of Yorke the charge doth lye:
+  To Kent and Cornwall then the turne doth fall:
+  Then Huntingdon vp to the walls they crye:
+  Then Suffolke, and then Excester; which all
+    In their meane Souldiers habits vs’d to goe,
+    Taking such part as those that own’d them doe.
+
+[Stanza 104]
+
+  The men of Harflew rough excursions make,
+  Vpon the English watchfull in their Tent,
+  Whose courages they to their cost awake,
+  With many a wound that often back them sent,
+  So proud a Sally that durst vndertake,
+  And in the Chase pell mell amongst them went,
+    For on the way such ground of them they win,
+    That some French are shut out, some English in.
+
+[Stanza 105]
+
+  Nor idely sit our Men at Armes the while,
+  Foure thousand Horse that eu’ry day goe out;
+  And of the Field are Masters many a mile,
+  By putting the Rebellious French to rout;
+  No Peasants them with promises beguile:
+  Another bus’nesse they were come about;
+    For him they take, his Ransome must redeeme,
+    Onely French Crownes, the English men esteeme.
+
+[Stanza 106]
+
+  Whilst English Henry lastly meanes to trye:
+  By three vast Mynes, the walls to ouerthrowe.
+  The French men their approches that espye,
+  By Countermynes doe meete with them belowe,
+  And as opposed in the Workes they lye:
+  Vp the Besieged the Besiegers blowe,
+    That stifled quite, with powder as with dust,
+    Longer to walls they found it vaine to trust.
+
+[Stanza 107]
+
+  Till Gaucourt then, and Tuttivile that were
+  The Townes Commanders, (with much perill) finde
+  The Resolution that the English beare;
+  As how their owne to yeelding were enclinde,
+  Summon to parly, off’ring frankly there;
+  If that ayde came not by a day assignde,
+    To giue the Towne vp, might their liues stand free:
+    As for their goods, at Henries will to be.
+
+[Stanza 108]
+
+  And hauing wonne their conduct to the King,
+  Those hardy Chiefes on whom the charge had layne:
+  Thither those well-fed Burgesses doe bring,
+  What they had off’red strongly to maintaine
+  In such a case, although a dang’rous thing,
+  Yet they so long vpon their knees remaine:
+    That fiue dayes respight from his Grant they haue,
+    Which was the most, they (for their liues) durst craue.
+
+[Stanza 109]
+
+  The time perfixed comming to expire,
+  And their reliefe ingloriously delay’d:
+  Nothing within their sight but sword, and fire;
+  And bloody Ensignes eu’ry where display’d:
+  The English still within themselues entire,
+  When all these things they seriously had way’d,
+    To Henries mercy found that they must trust,
+    For they perceiu’d their owne to be iniust.
+
+[Stanza 110]
+
+  The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside,
+  And from the walls th’Artillary displac’d:
+  The Armes of England are aduanc’d in pride:
+  The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac’d:
+  Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride:
+  Into the Streetes their women runne in hast,
+    Bearing their little Children, for whose sake
+    They hop’d the King would the more mercy take.
+
+[Stanza 111: _The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph._]
+
+  The gates thus widened with the breath of Warre;
+  Their ample entrance to the English gaue:
+  There was no dore that then had any barre;
+  For of their owne not any thing they haue:
+  When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre:
+  To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue.
+    Strucken with wonder, when that face they sawe,
+    Wherein such mercy was, with so much awe.
+
+[Stanza 112]
+
+  And first themselues the English to secure,
+  Doubting what danger might be yet within;
+  The strongest Forts, and Citadell make sure,
+  To showe that they could keepe as well as win,
+  And though the spoyles them wondrously alure,
+  To fall to pillage e’r they will begin,
+    They shut each passage, by which any power
+    Might be brought on to hinder, but an hower.
+
+[Stanza 113]
+
+  That Conquering King which entring at the gate,
+  Borne by the presse as in the ayre he swamme:
+  Vpon the suddaine layes aside his state,
+  And of a Lyon is become a Lambe:
+  He is not now what he was but of late:
+  But on his bare feete to the Church he came:
+    By his example, as did all the presse,
+    To giue God thankes, for his first good successe.
+
+[Stanza 114: _King Henry offereth to decide his right by single
+combat._]
+
+  And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say,
+  That though he thus was setled on his shore,
+  Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay,
+  His ancient right if so he would restore:
+  But if the same he wilfully denay,
+  To stop th’effusion of their Subiects gore;
+    He frankly off’reth in a single fight,
+    With the young Daulphine to decide his right.
+
+[Stanza 115]
+
+  Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare,
+  What answere back, his Herauld him would bring:
+  But when he found that he was ne’r the neere;
+  And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing,
+  As to fight single; nor that any were
+  To deale for composition from the King:
+    He casts for Callice to make forth his way,
+    And takes such Townes, as in his Iourneyes lay.
+
+[Stanza 116]
+
+  But first his bus’nesse he doth so contriue,
+  To curbe the Townes-men, should they chance to stirre
+  Of Armes, and Office he doth them depriue,
+  And to their roomes the English doth preferre:
+  Out of the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue,
+  And therein sets his Vnckle Excester:
+    This done, to martch he bids the thundring Drummes,
+    To scourge proud France whẽ now her Cõqueror comes.
+
+[Stanza 117]
+
+  The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood,
+  How on his way this haughty Henry was
+  Ouer the Soame, which is a dangerous flood;
+  Pluckt downe the Bridges that might giue him passe;
+  And eu’ry thing, if fit for humane food,
+  Caus’d to be forrag’d; (to a wondrous masse)
+    And more then this, his Iourneyes to fore-slowe,
+    He scarce one day vnskirmish’d with, doth goe.
+
+[Stanza 118]
+
+  But on his march, in midst of all his foes;
+  He like a Lyon keepes them all at bay,
+  And when they seeme him strictly to enclose;
+  Yet through the thick’st he hewes him out a way:
+  Nor the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose;
+  Though off’ring oft his Army to fore-lay:
+    Nor all the power the enuious French can make,
+    Force him one foote, his path (but) to forsake.
+
+[Stanza 119: _A ford found in the Riuer of Soame._]
+
+  And each day as his Army doth remoue,
+  Marching along vpon Soames Marshy side,
+  His men at Armes on their tall Horses proue,
+  To finde some shallow, ouer where to ryde,
+  But all in vaine against the Streame they stroue,
+  Till by the helpe of a laborious guide,
+    A Ford was found to set his Army ore
+    Which neuer had discouered beene before.
+
+[Stanza 120]
+
+  The newes divulg’d that he had waded Soame,
+  And safe to shore his Caridges had brought,
+  Into the Daulphins bosome strooke so home,
+  And one the weakenesse of King Charles so wrought;
+  That like the troubled Sea, when it doth Foame,
+  As in a rage, to beate the Rocks to nought;
+    So doe they storme, and curse on curse they heapt
+    Gainst those which should the passages haue kept.
+
+[Stanza 121: _A Counsell held at Roan against the King of England._]
+
+  And at that time, both resident in Roan,
+  Thither for this assembling all the Peeres,
+  Whose Counsailes now must vnderprop their Throne
+  Against the Foe; which, not a man but feares;
+  Yet in a moment confident are growne,
+  When with fresh hopes, each one his fellow cheeres,
+    That ere the English to their Callis got,
+    Some for this spoile should pay a bloudy shot.
+
+[Stanza 122]
+
+  Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile satt,
+  With Berry and with Britaine their Alies;
+  Now speake they of this course, and then of that,
+  As to insnare him how they might diuise;
+  Something they faine would doe, but know not what,
+  At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise,
+    And crauing silence of the King and Lords,
+    Against the English, brake into these words.
+
+[Stanza 123: _A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English._]
+
+  Had this vnbridled youth an Army led,
+  That any way were worthy of your feare,
+  Against our Nation, that durst turne the head,
+  Such as the former English forces were,
+  This care of yours, your Countrey then might sted,
+  To tell you then, who longer can forbeare,
+    That into question, you our valour bring,
+    To call a Counsaile for so poore a thing.
+
+[Stanza 124]
+
+  A Route of tatter’d Rascalls starued so,
+  As forced through extreamity of need
+  To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe,
+  And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed,
+  Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so,
+  And other foule diseases that they breed,
+    That they, there Armes disabled are to sway,
+    But in their march doe leaue them on the way.
+
+[Stanza 125]
+
+  And to our people but a handfull are,
+  Scarse thirtie thousand, when to Land they came,
+  Of which to England dayly some repayre,
+  Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame,
+  Fitter for Spittles, and the Surgions care,
+  Then with their Swords on vs to winne them fame,
+    Vnshod, and without stockings are the best,
+    And those by Winter miserably opprest.
+
+[Stanza 126]
+
+  To let them dye vpon their march abroad,
+  And Fowles vpon their Carkases to feed,
+  The heapes of them vpon the common road
+  A great infection likely were to breed,
+  For our owne safeties see them then bestow’d,
+  And doe for them this charitable deede:
+    Vnder our Swords together let them fall,
+    And one that day they dye, be buried all.
+
+[Stanza 127]
+
+  This bold invectiue forc’d against the Foe,
+  Although it most of the Assembly seas’d,
+  Yet those which better did the English know,
+  Were but a little with his speeches pleas’d,
+  And that the Duke of Berry meant to showe:
+  Which when the murmure somewhat was appeas’d,
+    After a while their listning silence breakes,
+    And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes.
+
+[Stanza 128: _The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon._]
+
+  My Liedge, quoth he, and you my Lords, and Peeres,
+  Whom this great businesse chiefely doth concerne,
+  By my experience, now so many yeeres
+  To know the English I am not to learne;
+  Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares
+  Than fitteth Manhood, nor doe hope to earne
+    Suffrage from any; but by zeale am wonne,
+    To speake my minde here, as the Duke hath done.
+
+[Stanza 129]
+
+  Th’euents of Warre are various (as I know)
+  And say, the losse vpon the English light,
+  Yet may a dying man giue such a blow,
+  As much may hinder his proud Conquerours might;
+  It is enough our puissant power to showe
+  To the weake English, now vpon their flight,
+    When want, and winter, strongly spurre them on,
+    You else but slay them, that would faine be gon.
+
+[Stanza 130]
+
+  I like our Forces their first course should hold,
+  To skirmish with them, vpon euery stay,
+  But fight by no meanes with them, though they would,
+  Except they finde them forraging for pray,
+  So still you haue them shut vp in a Fould,
+  And still to Callis keepe them in their way;
+    So Fabius wearied Hanibal, so we
+    May English Henry, pleased if you be.
+
+[Stanza 131]
+
+  And of the English rid your Countrey cleane,
+  If on their backs, but Callice walles they win,
+  Whose Frontier Townes you easly may maintaine,
+  With a strong Army still to keepe them in;
+  Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne,
+  And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne,
+    Ere with Supplys againe they can inuade,
+    Spent in the Voyage lately hither made.
+
+[Stanza 132]
+
+  That day at Poyteers, in that bloudy Field,
+  The sudaine turne in that great Battell then,
+  Shall euer teach me, whilest I Armes can weeld,
+  Neuer to trust to multitudes of men;
+  Twas the first day that ere I wore a Sheeld,
+  Oh let me neuer see the like agen!
+    Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell wonne
+    As to behold it might amaze the Sunne.
+
+[Stanza 133]
+
+  There did I see our conquered Fathers fall,
+  Before the English on that fatall ground,
+  When as to ours their number was but small,
+  And with braue Spirits France ne’r did more abound,
+  Yet oft that Battaile into minde I call,
+  Whereas of ours, one man seemd all one wound,
+    I instance this; yet humbly here submit
+    My selfe to fight, if you shall thinke it fit.
+
+[Stanza 134: _Young mens counsailes ofttimes proue the vtter subuersion
+both of themselues and others._]
+
+  The Marshall and the Constable about
+  To second, what this sager Duke had said:
+  The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out,
+  Gainst their opinions, so that ouer-sway’d,
+  Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt;
+  Alanzon as an Oracle obay’d,
+    And not a French then present, but doth sweare
+    To kill an English if ynow there were.
+
+[Stanza 135: _The French King sendeth to dare the King of England to
+Battaile._]
+
+  A Herault posted presently away,
+  The King of England to the field to dare,
+  To bid him cease his spoyle, nor to delay
+  Gainst the French power his forces but prepare:
+  For that King Charles determin’d to display
+  His bloody Ensignes, and through France declare
+    The day, and place, that Henry should set downe,
+    In which their Battailes, should dispose the Crowne.
+
+[Stanza 136: _The King of Englands modest answer._]
+
+  This newes to Henry by the Herault brought,
+  As one dispassion’d soberly (quoth he)
+  Had your King pleas’d, we sooner might haue fought;
+  For now my Souldiers much enfeebled be:
+  Nor day, nor place, for Battaile shall be sought
+  By English Henry: but if he seeke me,
+    I to my vtmost will my selfe defend,
+    And to th’Almighties pleasure leaue the end.
+
+[Stanza 137]
+
+  The brute of this intended Battaile spred,
+  The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes,
+  And in the French that daring boldnesse bred:
+  Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes,
+  Thinking the English downe so farre to tred,
+  As past that day ne’r more to rise in Armes,
+    T’extirpe the name, if possible it were,
+    At least not after to be heard of there.
+
+[Stanza 138: _A Simily of the rising of the French._]
+
+  As when you see the enuious Crowe espye,
+  Something that shee doth naturally detest:
+  With open throat how shee doth squall and crye;
+  And from the next Groue calleth in the rest,
+  And they for those beyond them bawling flye,
+  Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre infest:
+    Thus French, the French to this great Battaile call,
+    Vpon their swords to see the English fall.
+
+[Stanza 139: _Dauid Gam, a great Captain in that Warr._]
+
+  And to the King when seriously one tolde,
+  With what an Host he should encountred be,
+  Gam noting well, the King did him behold,
+  In the reporting; Merrily (quoth he)
+  My Liege I’le tell you if I may be bold,
+  We will diuide this Army into three:
+    One part we’ll kill, the second prisoners stay;
+    And for the third, we’ll leaue to runne away.
+
+[Stanza 140]
+
+  But for the Foe came hourely in so fast,
+  Lest they his Army should disordred take:
+  The King who wisely doth the worst forecast,
+  His speedy martch doth presently forsake,
+  Into such forme and his Battalion cast;
+  That doe their worst they should not eas’ly shake:
+    For that his scouts which forrag’d had the Coast,
+    Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host.
+
+[Stanza 141: _The Duke of Yorke._]
+
+  On which ere long the English Vanward light,
+  Which York, of men the brauest, doth command,
+  When either of them in the others sight,
+  He caus’d the Army instantly to stand,
+  As though preparing for a present Fight,
+  And rideth forth from his couragious Band,
+    To view the French, whose numbers ouer spread,
+    The troubled Country on whose earth they tread.
+
+[Stanza 142]
+
+  Now were both Armies got vpon that ground,
+  As on a Stage, where they their strengthes must trye,
+  Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wound,
+  There’s many a soule into the Ayre must flye:
+  Meane while the English that some ease had found;
+  By the aduantage of a Village nie,
+    There set them downe the Battell to abide,
+    Where they the place had strongly fortifide.
+
+[Stanza 143: _The French scorning the English, being so fewe in respect
+of their mighty power._]
+
+  Made drunke with pride the haughty French disdaine,
+  Lesse then their owne, a multitude to view,
+  Nor aske of God the victory to gaine,
+  Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe,
+  To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine,
+  And lastly to that insolence they grewe,
+    Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast,
+    And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past.
+
+[Stanza 144]
+
+  For knots of corde to eu’ry Towne they send,
+  The Captiu’d English that they caught to binde,
+  For to perpetuall slau’ry they intend:
+  Those that aliue they on the Field should finde,
+  So much as that they fear’d lest they should spend
+  Too many English, wherefore they assignde
+    Some to keepe fast those, fayne that would be gon
+    After the Fight, to try their Armes vpon.
+
+[Stanza 145]
+
+  One his bright sharpe-eg’d Semiter doth showe,
+  Off’ring to lay a thousand Crownes (in pride)
+  That he two naked English at one blowe,
+  Bound back to back will at the wasts diuide,
+  Some bett his sword will do’t, some others no,
+  After the Battaile, and they’ll haue it tride:
+    Another wafts his Blade about his head,
+    And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.
+
+[Stanza 146]
+
+  They part their prisoners, passing them for debt,
+  And in their Ransome ratibly accord
+  To a Prince of ours, a Page of theirs they set;
+  And a French Lacky to an English Lord;
+  As for our Gentry them to hyre they’ll let,
+  And as good cheape as they can them afford,
+    Branded for Slaues that if they hapt to stray,
+    Knowne by the marke, them any one might slay.
+
+[Stanza 147]
+
+  And cast to make a Chariot for the King,
+  Painted with Antickes, and ridiculous toyes,
+  In which they meane to Paris him to bring,
+  To make sport to their Madames and their Boyes,
+  And will haue Rascalls, Rymes of him to sing,
+  Made in his mock’ry; and in all these ioyes,
+    They bid the Bells to ring, and people crie,
+    Before the Battaile, France and Victorie.
+
+[Stanza 148]
+
+  And to the King and Daulphine sent away
+  (Who at that time residing were in Roane)
+  To be partakers of that glorious day:
+  Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne,
+  Lest that of them ensuing times should say,
+  That for their safety they forsooke their owne:
+    When France did that braue victory obtaine,
+    That shall her lasting’st monument remaine.
+
+[Stanza 149]
+
+  The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles,
+  Not dar’d by doubt, and lesse appaul’d with dread
+  Of their Arm’d Pykes, some sharpning are the pyles,
+  The Archer grinding his barb’d Arrow head:
+  Their Bills and Blades, some whetting are with Files:
+  And some their Armours strongly Riueted:
+    Some pointing Stakes to stick into the ground,
+    To guard the Bow-men, and their Horse to wound.
+
+[Stanza 150: _The Ryot in the French Campe the night before the
+Battell._]
+
+  The night fore-running this most dreadfull day:
+  The French that all to iollity encline:
+  Some fall to dancing, some againe to play:
+  And some are drinking to this great Designe:
+  But all in pleasure spend the night away:
+  The Tents with lights, the Fields with Boone-fires shine:
+    The common Souldiers Free-mens Catches sing:
+    With showtes and laughter all the Campe doth ring.
+
+[Stanza 151]
+
+  The wearied English watchfull o’r their Foes,
+  (The depth of night then drawing on so fast)
+  That fayne a little would themselues repose,
+  With thanks to God, doe take that small repast
+  Which that poore Village willingly bestowes:
+  And hauing plac’d their Sentinels at last,
+    They fall to Prayer, and in their Cabins blest,
+    T’refresh their spirits, then tooke them to their rest.
+
+[Stanza 152: _Pondering in his thoughts, his Fathers comming to the
+Crowne by deposing the rightfull King._]
+
+  In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay’d,
+  Whilst all his Army round about him slept,
+  His restlesse head vpon his Helmet stay’d,
+  For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept:
+  Great God (quoth he) withdraw not now thy ayde:
+  Nor let my Father Henries sinnes be heapt
+    On my transgressions, vp the Summe to make,
+    For which thou may’st me vtterly forsake.
+
+[Stanza 153: _Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken
+vp, where it was meanely buried at Langley, and to be layde in
+Westminster by his first Wife Queene Anne._]
+
+  King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe not call,
+  Nor how for him my Father did offend,
+  From vs alone deriue not thou his fall,
+  Whose odious life caus’d his vntimely end,
+  That by our Almes be expiated all:
+  Let not that sinne on me his Sonne desend,
+    When as his body I translated haue,
+    And buried in an honourable Graue.
+
+[Stanza 154]
+
+  These things thus pondring, sorrow-ceasing sleepe,
+  From cares to rescue his much troubled minde,
+  Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe,
+  And in soft slumbers euery sense doth binde,
+  (As vndisturbed euery one to keepe)
+  When as that Angell to whom God assign’d,
+    The guiding of the English, gliding downe
+    The silent Campe doth with fresh courage crowne.
+
+[Stanza 155]
+
+  His glittering wings he gloriously displaies,
+  Ouer the Hoste as euery way it lyes
+  With golden Dreames their trauell, and repaies,
+  This Herault from the Rector of the skies,
+  In Vision warnes them not to vse delayes,
+  But to the Battell cheerefully to rise,
+    And be victorious, for that day at hand,
+    He would amongst them for the English stand.
+
+[Stanza 156]
+
+  The dawne scarse drewe the curtaines of the East,
+  But the late wearied Englishmen awake,
+  And much refreshed with a little rest
+  Themselues soone ready for the Battaile make,
+  Not any one but feeleth in his breast,
+  That sprightly fire which Courage bids him take,
+    For ere the Sunne next rising went to bed,
+    The French by them in triumph should be led.
+
+[Stanza 157: _The great care of a wise and politike Captaine._]
+
+  And from their Cabins, ere the French arose,
+  (Drown’d in the pleasure of the passed night,)
+  The English cast their Battailes to dispose,
+  Fit for the ground whereon they were to fight:
+  Foorth that braue King couragious Henry goes,
+  An hower before that it was fully light,
+    To see if there might any place be found,
+    To giue his Hoste aduantage by the ground.
+
+[Stanza 158]
+
+  Where twas his hap a Quicksett hedge to view,
+  Well growne in height; and for his purpose thin,
+  Yet by the Ditch vpon whose banke it grew,
+  He found it to be difficult to winne,
+  Especially if those of his were true,
+  Amongst the shrubbs that he should set within,
+    By which he knew their strength of Horse must come,
+    If they would euer charge his Vanguard home.
+
+[Stanza 159: _This Stratagem the ouerthrow of the French._]
+
+  And of three hundred Archers maketh choice,
+  Some to be taken out of euery Band,
+  The strongest Bowmen, by the generall voyce,
+  Such as beside were valient of their hand,
+  And to be so imployed, as would reioyce,
+  Appointing them behinde the hedge to stand,
+    To shrowde themselues from sight, and to be mute,
+    Vntill a signall freely bad them shute.
+
+[Stanza 160]
+
+  The gamesome Larke now got vpon her Wing,
+  As twere the English earely to awake,
+  And to wide heauen her cheerefull notes doth sing,
+  As shee for them would intercession make,
+  Nor all the noyse that from below doth spring,
+  Her ayrie walke can force her to forsake,
+    Of some much noted, and of others lesse,
+    But yet of all presaging good successe.
+
+[Stanza 161]
+
+  The lazie French their leisure seem to take,
+  And in their Cabins keepe themselues so long,
+  Till flocks of Rauens them with noyse awake,
+  Ouer the Army like a Cloud that hong,
+  Which greater haste inforceth them to make,
+  When with their croaking all the Countrey rong,
+    Which boaded slaughter as the most doe say,
+    But by the French it turned was this way.
+
+[Stanza 162: _The French mis-interpret the flight of Rauens houering
+ouer their owne Campe._]
+
+  That this diuyning Foule well vnderstood,
+  Vpon that place much gore was to be spill’d,
+  And as those Birds doe much delight in blood,
+  With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill’d,
+  So waited they vpon their Swords for food,
+  To feast vpon the English being kill’d,
+    Then little thinking that these came in deed
+    On their owne mangled Carkases to feed.
+
+[Stanza 163]
+
+  When soone the French preparing for the Field,
+  Their armed troops are setting in array,
+  Whose wondrous numbers they can hardly weeld,
+  The place too little wherevpon they lay,
+  They therefore to necessitie must yeeld,
+  And into Order put them as they may,
+    Whose motion sounded like to Nilus fall,
+    That the vaste ayre was deafned therewithall.
+
+[Stanza 164: _The Marshalling of the French Army, containing three
+stanzas._]
+
+  The Constable, and Admirall of France,
+  With the grand Marshall, men of great command:
+  The Dukes of Burbon, and of Orleance,
+  Some for their place, some for their birth-right stand,
+  The Daulphine of Averney (to aduance
+  His worth and honour) of a puissant hand:
+    The Earle of Ewe in Warre that had beene bred,
+    These mighty men the mighty Vanward led.
+
+[Stanza 165]
+
+  The mayne brought forward by the Duke of Barre,
+  Neuers, and Beamont, men of speciall name:
+  Alanzon thought, not equall’d in this Warre,
+  With them Salines, Rous, and Grandpre came,
+  Their long experience, who had fetcht from farre,
+  Whom this expected Conquest doth enflame,
+    Consisting most of Crosbowes, and so great,
+    As France her selfe it well might seeme to threat.
+
+[Stanza 166]
+
+  The Duke of Brabant of high valour knowne,
+  The Earles of Marle, and Faconbridge the Reare,
+  To Arthur Earle of Richmount’s selfe alone,
+  They leaue the Right wing to be guided there:
+  Lewes of Burbon, second yet to none,
+  Led on the left; with him that mighty Peere
+    The Earle of Vandome, who of all her men
+    Large France entytled, her great Master then.
+
+[Stanza 167: _The Marshalling of the English Army cõtaining fiue
+stanzas._]
+
+  The Duke of Yorke the English Vanward guides,
+  Of our strong Archers, that consisted most;
+  Which with our Horse was wing’d on both the sides:
+  T’affront so great and terrible an Host;
+  There valiant Fanhope, and there Beamount rides,
+  With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast,
+    That morning early, and had seene at large,
+    How the Foe came, that then they were to charge.
+
+[Stanza 168]
+
+  Henry himselfe, on the mayne Battell brings,
+  Nor can these Legions of the French affright
+  This Mars of men, this King of earthly Kings:
+  Who seem’d to be much pleased with the sight,
+  As one ordayn’d t’accomplish mighty things;
+  Who to the Field came in such brau’ry dight:
+    As to the English boades succesfull luck
+    Before one stroke, on either side was struck.
+
+[Stanza 169: _The brauery of King Henryes owne person._]
+
+  In Warlike state the Royall Standard borne
+  Before him, as in splendrous Armes he road,
+  Whilst his coruetting Courser seem’d in scorne
+  To touch the earth whereon he proudly troad,
+  Lillyes, and Lyons quarterly adorne;
+  His Shield, and his Caparison doe load:
+    Vpon his Helme a Crowne with Diamonds deckt,
+    Which through the Field their Radient fiers reflect.
+
+[Stanza 170]
+
+  The Duke of Gloster neere to him agen,
+  T’assist his Brother in that dreadfull day,
+  Oxford and Suffolke both true Marshiall men,
+  Ready to keepe the Battell in Array,
+  To Excester there was appointed then
+  The Reare; on which their second succours lay:
+    Which were the youth, most of the Noblest blood,
+    Vnder the Ensignes of their names that stood.
+
+[Stanza 171]
+
+  Then of the stakes he doth the care commend,
+  To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong,
+  Onely diuis’d the Archers to defend,
+  Pointed with Iron and of fiue foote long;
+  To be remou’d still which way they should bend,
+  Where the French Horse should thick’st vpon them throng
+    Which when the Host to charge each other went,
+    Show’d his great wit that first did them inuent.
+
+[Stanza 172: _The scornfull message of the French to the King of
+England._]
+
+[_The Kings answer to the French._]
+
+  Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight,
+  The French themselues assuring of the day;
+  Send to the King of England (as in spight)
+  To know what he would for his Ransome pay,
+  Who with this answere doth their scorne requite:
+  I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay,
+    And e’r the day be past, I hope to see,
+    That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.
+
+[Stanza 173: _The Constables Oration to the French._]
+
+  The French which found how little Henry makes,
+  Of their vaine boasts, as set therewith on fire,
+  Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes;
+  The Constable to raise their spleene the hyer,
+  Thus speakes: Braue friends now for your Grandsires sakes,
+  Your Country, Honours, or what may inspire
+    Your soules with courage, straine vp all your powers,
+    To make this day victoriously ours.
+
+[Stanza 174]
+
+  Forward stout French, your valours and aduance,
+  By taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine,
+  And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
+  Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine:
+  Now with your swords their Traytours bosomes lance,
+  And with their bloods wash out that ancient staine,
+    And make our earth drunke with the English gore,
+    Which hath of ours oft surfited before.
+
+[Stanza 175]
+
+  Let not one liue in England once to tell,
+  What of their King, or of the rest became:
+  Nor to the English, what in France befell:
+  But what is bruted by the generall fame:
+  But now the Drummes began so lowd to yell,
+  As cut off further what he would declame:
+    And Henry seeing them on so fast to make,
+    Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake.
+
+[Stanza 176: _The King of Englands Oration to the English._]
+
+  Thinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause,
+  And he’s no man their number that will wey;
+  Thus our great Grandsire purchas’d his applause,
+  The more they are, the greater is our prey,
+  We’ll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes,
+  And let report to England this Conuey
+    That it for me no Ransome e’r shall rayse,
+    Either I’le Conquer, or here end my dayes.
+
+[Stanza 177]
+
+  It were no glory for vs to subdue
+  Them, then our number, were the French no more;
+  When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue,
+  Three times so many as themselues before,
+  But to doe something that were strange and new:
+  Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore;
+    Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne,
+    And with their swords we’ll hewe yan Forrest downe.
+
+[Stanza 178]
+
+  The meanest Souldier if in Fight he take,
+  The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne,
+  Without controule shall him his prisoner make,
+  And haue his Ransome freely as his owne:
+  Now English lyes our Honour at the stake,
+  And now or neuer be our Valour showne:
+    God and our Cause, Saint George for England stands,
+    Now Charge them English, fortune guide your hands.
+
+[Stanza 179]
+
+  When hearing one wish all the valiant men
+  At home in England, with them present were;
+  The King makes answere instantly agen,
+  I would not haue one man more then is here:
+  If we subdue, lesse should our praise be then:
+  If ouercome, lesse losse shall England beare:
+    And to our numbers we should giue that deede,
+    Which must from Gods owne powerfull hand proceede.
+
+[Stanza 180: _The high valour of the King of England._]
+
+  The dreadfull Charge the Drummes & Trumpets sound,
+  With hearts exalted, though with humbled eyes,
+  When as the English kneeling on the ground,
+  Extend their hands vp to the glorious skyes;
+  Then from the earth as though they did rebound,
+  Actiue as fire immediatly they rise:
+    And such a shrill showt from their throats they sent,
+    As made the French to stagger as they went.
+
+[Stanza 181: _Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the Signall to the English._]
+
+  Wherewith they stopt, when Erpingham which led
+  The Armie, sawe, the showt had made them stand,
+  Wafting his Warder thrice about his head,
+  He cast it vp with his auspicious hand,
+  Which was the signall through the English spread,
+  That they should Charge: which as a dread command
+    Made them rush on, yet with a second rore,
+    Frighting the French worse then they did before.
+
+[Stanza 182]
+
+  But when they sawe the Enemie so slowe,
+  Which they expected faster to come on,
+  Some scattering Shot they sent out as to showe,
+  That their approach they onely stood vpon;
+  Which with more feruour made their rage to glowe,
+  So much disgrace that they had vnder-gone.
+    Which to amend with Ensignes let at large,
+    Vpon the English furiously they Charge.
+
+[Stanza 183: _A Simily of the French charging the English._]
+
+  At the full Moone looke how th’vnweldy Tide,
+  Shou’d by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise
+  At the full height, against the ragged side
+  Of so me rough Cliffe (of a Gigantick sise)
+  Foming with rage impetuously doth ride;
+  The angry French (in no lesse furious wise)
+    Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse,
+    Assayle the English to dispierce their force.
+
+[Stanza 184: _The three hundred Archers layd in ambush, disorder the
+French men at Armes at the first encounter._]
+
+  When as those Archers there in Ambush layde,
+  Hauing their Broad side as they came along,
+  With their barb’d Arrowes the French Horses payde:
+  And in their flankes like cruell Hornets stong:
+  They kick and crie, of late that proudly nayde:
+  And from their seats their Armed Riders flong:
+    They ranne together flying from the Dike,
+    And make their Riders one another strike.
+
+[Stanza 185]
+
+  And whilst the Front of the French Vanguard makes,
+  Vpon the English thinking them to Route,
+  Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes,
+  And being wounded, turne themselues about:
+  The Bit into his teeth the Courser takes,
+  And from his Rank flyes with his Master out,
+    Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne,
+    If in the throng not both together throwne.
+
+[Stanza 186]
+
+  Tumbling on heapes, some of their Horses cast
+  With their foure feete all vp into the ayre:
+  Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last:
+  Some breake their Raynes, and thence their Riders beare:
+  Some with their feete stick in the Stirups fast,
+  By their fierce Iades, are trayled here and there:
+    Entangled in their Bridles, one back drawes,
+    And pluckes the Bit out of anothers iawes.
+
+[Stanza 187]
+
+  With showers of Shafts yet still the English ply
+  The French so fast, vpon the point of flight:
+  With the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by,
+  Not all this while had medled in the Fight,
+  Vpon the Horses as in Chase they flye,
+  Arrowes so thick, in such aboundance light,
+    That their broad buttocks men like Butts might see,
+    Whereat for pastime Bow-men shooting be.
+
+[Stanza 188: _Two wings of French horse defeated._]
+
+  When soone De Linnies and Sureres hast,
+  To ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle,
+  With two light wings of Horse which had beene plac’t,
+  Still to supply where any should recoyle:
+  But yet their Forces they but vainely waste,
+  For being light, into the generall spoyle.
+    Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine,
+    Yet scapes himselfe; but braue Sureres slaine.
+
+[Stanza 189]
+
+  The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped,
+  Sends his command that instantly it stay,
+  Desiring Yorke so brauely that had led,
+  To hold his Souldiers in their first array,
+  For it the Conflict very much might sted,
+  Somewhat to fall aside, and giue him way,
+    Till full vp to him he might bring his power,
+    And make the Conquest compleate in an hower.
+
+[Stanza 190: _The English Vaward and maine Battaile charge the French
+both at once._]
+
+  Which Yorke obayes, and vp King Henry comes,
+  When for his guidance he had got him roome.
+  The dreadfull bellowing of whose strait-brac’d Drummes,
+  To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome,
+  And them with such stupidity benummes,
+  As though the earth had groaned from her wombe,
+    For the grand slaughter ne’r began till then,
+    Couering the earth with multitudes of men.
+
+[Stanza 191]
+
+  Vpon the French what Englishman not falls,
+  (By the strong Bowmen beaten from their Steeds)
+  With Battle-axes, Halberts, Bills, and Maules,
+  Where, in the slaughter euery one exceedes,
+  Where euery man, his fellow forward calls,
+  And shows him where some great-born Frenchman bleeds
+    Whilst Scalps about like broken pot sherds fly,
+    And kill, kill, kill, the Conquering English cry.
+
+[Stanza 192]
+
+  Now wexed horror to the very height,
+  And scarse a man but wet-shod went in gore,
+  As two together are in deadly fight,
+  And to death wounded, as one tumbleth ore,
+  This Frenchman falling, with his very weight
+  Doth kill another strucken downe before,
+    As he againe so falling, likewise feeles
+    His last breath hastned by anothers heeles.
+
+[Stanza 193]
+
+  And whilst the English eagerly pursue
+  The fearefull French before them still that fly,
+  The points of Bills and Halbers they imbrue
+  In their sicke Bowels, beaten downe that lye,
+  No man respects how, or what blood he drew,
+  Nor can heare those that for their mercie cry.
+    Ears are damm’d vp with howles and hellish sounds
+    One fearefull noyse a fearefuller confounds.
+
+[Stanza 194: _Charles de la Breth Constable of France._]
+
+  When the couragious Constable of France,
+  Th’vnlucky Vanguard valiantly that led,
+  Sawe the day turn’d by this disastrous chance,
+  And how the French before the English fled;
+  O stay (quoth he) your Ensignes yet aduance,
+  Once more vpon the Enemy make head:
+    Neuer let France say, we were vanquisht so,
+    With our backs basely turn’d vpon our Foe.
+
+[Stanza 195: _The Admirall._]
+
+  Whom the Chattillyon hapned to accost,
+  And seeing thus the Constable dismayde:
+  Shift noble Lord (quoth he) the day is lost,
+  If the whole world vpon the match were layde,
+  I cannot thinke but that Black Edwards Ghost
+  Assists the English, and our Horse hath frayde;
+    If not, some Diuels they haue with them then,
+    That fight against vs in the shapes of men.
+
+[Stanza 196]
+
+  Not I my Lord, the Constable replies:
+  By my blest soule, the Field I will not quit:
+  Whilst two braue Battailes are to bring supplies:
+  Neither of which one stroke haue strucken yet:
+  Nay (quoth Dampeir) I doe not this aduise
+  More then your selfe, that I doe feare a whit:
+    Spurre vp my Lord, then side to side with mee,
+    And that I feare not, you shall quickly see.
+
+[Stanza 197: _The Admirall slaine._]
+
+  They struck their Rowells to the bleeding sides
+  Of their fierce Steeds into the ayre that sprong:
+  And as their fury at that instant guides:
+  They thrust themselues into the murth’ring throng,
+  Where such bad fortune those braue Lords betides:
+  The Admirall from off his Horse was flong,
+    For the sterne English downe before them beere
+    All that withstand, the Pesant and the Peere.
+
+[Stanza 198: _The Constable slaine._]
+
+  Which when the noble Constable with griefe,
+  Doth this great Lord vpon the ground behold;
+  In his account so absolute a Chiefe,
+  Whose death through France he knew would be condol’d,
+  Like a braue Knight to yeeld his friend reliefe,
+  Doing as much as possibly he could,
+    Both horse and man is borne into the mayne,
+    And from his friend not halfe a furlong slayne.
+
+[Stanza 199]
+
+  Now Willoughby vpon his well-Arm’d Horse,
+  Into the midst of this Battalion brought,
+  And valiant Fanhope no whit lesse in force,
+  Himselfe hath thither through the squadrons raught,
+  Whereas the English without all remorce,
+  (Looking like men that deepely were distraught)
+    Smoking with sweat, besmear’d with dust and blood,
+    Cut into Cantels all that them withstood.
+
+[Stanza 200]
+
+  Yet whilst thus hotely they hold vp the Chase
+  Vpon the French, and had so high a hand:
+  The Duke of Burbon to make good his place,
+  Inforc’d his troupes (with much adoe) to stand,
+  To whom the Earle of Suffolke makes a pace,
+  Bringing a fresh, and yet-vnfought-with Band:
+    Of valiant Bill-men, Oxford with successe,
+    Vp with his Troupes doth with the other presse.
+
+[Stanza 201]
+
+  When in comes Orleance, quite thrust off before,
+  By those rude crowdes that from the English ran,
+  Encouraging stout Burbons Troupes the more,
+  T’affront the Foe that instantly began:
+  Faine would the Duke (if possible) restore,
+  (Doing as much as could be done by man)
+    Their Honour lost, by this their late Defeate,
+    And caused onely, by their base Retreate.
+
+[Stanza 202]
+
+  Their men at Armes their Lances closely lock
+  One in another, and come vp so round,
+  That by the strength and horrour of the shock,
+  They forc’d the English to forsake their ground,
+  Shrinking no more then they had beene a Rock,
+  Though by the Shafts receiuing many a wound,
+    As they would showe, that they were none of those,
+    That turn’d their backs so basely to their Foes.
+
+[Stanza 203: _The courage of Woodhouse remarkable._]
+
+  Panting for breath, his Murrian in his hand,
+  Woodhouse comes in as back the English beare,
+  My Lords (quoth he) what now inforc’d to stand,
+  When smiling Fortune off’reth vs so faire,
+  The French lye yonder like to wreakes of sand,
+  And you by this our glory but impaire:
+    Or now, or neuer, your first Fight maintaine,
+    Chatillyon and the Constable are slaine.
+
+[Stanza 204]
+
+  Hand ouer head pell mell vpon them ronne,
+  If you will proue the Masters of the day,
+  Ferrers and Greystock haue so brauely done,
+  That I enuie their glory, and dare say,
+  From all the English, they the Gole haue woone;
+  Either let’s share, or they’ll beare all away.
+    This spoke, his Ax about his head he flings,
+    And hasts away, as though his heeles had winges.
+
+[Stanza 205]
+
+  The Incitation of this youthfull Knight,
+  Besides amends for their Retrayte to make,
+  Doth re-enforce their courage, with their might:
+  A second Charge with speed to vndertake;
+  Neuer before were they so mad to fight,
+  When valiant Fanhope thus the Lords bespake,
+    Suffolke and Oxford as braue Earles you be,
+    Once more beare vp with Willoughby and me.
+
+[Stanza 206]
+
+  Why now, me think’st I heare braue Fanhope speake,
+  Quoth noble Oxford, thou hast thy desire:
+  These words of thine shall yan Battalion breake:
+  And for my selfe I neuer will retire,
+  Vntill our Teene vpon the French we wreake:
+  Or in this our last enterprise expire:
+    This spoke, their Gauntlets each doth other giue,
+    And to the Charge as fast as they could driue.
+
+[Stanza 207]
+
+  That slaughter seem’d to haue but stay’d for breath,
+  To make the horrour to ensue the more:
+  With hands besmear’d with blood, when meager Death
+  Looketh more grisly then he did before:
+  So that each body seem’d but as a sheath
+  To put their swords in, to the Hilts in gore:
+    As though that instant were the end of all,
+    To fell the French, or by the French to fall.
+
+[Stanza 208: _A Simily of the apparance of the Battell._]
+
+  Looke how you see a field of standing Corne,
+  When some strong winde in Summer haps to blowe,
+  At the full height, and ready to be shorne,
+  Rising in waues, how it doth come and goe
+  Forward and backward, so the crowds are borne,
+  Or as the Edie turneth in the flowe:
+    And aboue all the Bills and Axes play,
+    As doe the Attoms in the Sunny ray.
+
+[Stanza 209]
+
+  Now with mayne blowes their Armours are vnbras’d,
+  And as the French before the English fled,
+  With their browne Bills their recreant backs they baste,
+  And from their shoulders their faint Armes doe shred,
+  One with a gleaue neere cut off by the waste,
+  Another runnes to ground with halfe a head:
+    Another stumbling falleth in his flight,
+    Wanting a legge, and on his face doth light.
+
+[Stanza 210]
+
+  The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,
+  And those fewe left them ready still to route,
+  Hauing great skill, and no lesse courage showne;
+  Yet of their safeties much began to doubt,
+  For hauing fewe about them of their owne,
+  And by the English so impal’d about,
+    Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld,
+    Or else abide the fury of the field.
+
+[Stanza 211: _The Duke of Burbon and Orleance taken prisoners._]
+
+  They put themselues on those victorious Lords,
+  Who led the Vanguard with so good successe,
+  Bespeaking them with honourable words,
+  Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse,
+  Who by the strength of their commanding swords,
+  Could hardly saue them from the slaught’ring presse,
+    By Suffolks ayde till they away were sent,
+    Who with a Guard conuay’d them to his Tent.
+
+[Stanza 212]
+
+  When as their Souldiers to eschew the sack,
+  Gainst their owne Battell bearing in their flight,
+  By their owne French are strongly beaten back:
+  Lest they their Ranks, should haue disord’red quight,
+  So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack
+  Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,
+    Wherein disorder and destruction seem’d
+    To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem’d.
+
+[Stanza 213: _Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon._]
+
+  And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,
+  Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,
+  And let that Villaine from the field that flyes
+  By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:
+  All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes
+  On this dayes battell, let me be the first
+    That turn’d yee back vpon your desperate Foes,
+    To saue our Honours, though our lyues we lose.
+
+[Stanza 214]
+
+  To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe, which long
+  Had in the Battaile ranged here and there,
+  A thousand Bills, a thousand Bowes among,
+  And had seene many spectakles of feare,
+  And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong,
+  By that which he had chanst from him to heare,
+    Vpon the shoulder claps him, Prince quoth he,
+    Since I mast fall, ô let me fall with thee.
+
+[Stanza 215]
+
+  Scarse had he spoke, but th’English them inclose,
+  And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,
+  Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,
+  When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,
+  Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,
+  Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,
+    In this small time, who since the Field begun,
+    Haue done as much, as can by men be done.
+
+[Stanza 216]
+
+  Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,
+  Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine,
+  Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue,
+  And for their Ransomes two such to retaine:
+  Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue,
+  And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine,
+    And with such danger through the presse they wade,
+    As of their liues but small account they made.
+
+[Stanza 217: _The Daulphin of Auerney slaine._]
+
+[_The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner._]
+
+  Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get,
+  Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay,
+  The valient Daulphin had discharg’d his debt,
+  Then whom no man had brauelier seru’d that day.
+  The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset:
+  Had left all hope of life to scape away:
+    Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came,
+    And as their prisoner seas’d him by his name.
+
+[Stanza 218]
+
+  Now the mayne Battaile of the French came on,
+  The Vanward vanquisht, quite the Field doth flye,
+  And other helpes besides this, haue they none:
+  But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,
+  And therefore now it standeth them vpon,
+  To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:
+    For the fierce English charge so home and sore,
+    As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.
+
+[Stanza 219: _The Duke of Yorke slaine._]
+
+  The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,
+  Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,
+  And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,
+  Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,
+  Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne,
+  So that the French which quickly got betweene
+    Him and his succours, that great Chiefetaine slue,
+    Who brauely fought whilest any breath he drew.
+
+[Stanza 220: _The King heareth of the Duke of Yorks death._]
+
+  The newes soone brought to this Couragious King,
+  Orespred his face with a distempred Fire,
+  Though making little shew of any thing,
+  Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire,
+  More then before the Frenchmen menacing;
+  And hee was heard thus softly to respire:
+    Well, of thy blood reuenged will I bee,
+    Or ere one houre be past Ile follow thee.
+
+[Stanza 221: _The Kings resolution._]
+
+  When as the frolike Caualry of France,
+  That in the head of the maine Battaile came,
+  Perceiu’d the King of England to aduance,
+  To Charge in person; It doth them inflame,
+  Each one well hoping it might be his chance
+  To sease vpon him, which was all their ayme,
+    Then with the brauest of the English mett,
+    Themselues that there before the King had sett.
+
+[Stanza 222: _The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English, at the
+Ioyning of the two mayne Battailes, in fiue Stanzas._]
+
+  When the Earle of Cornewal with vnusuall force,
+  Encounters Grandpre (next that came to hand)
+  In Strength his equall, blow for blow they scorce,
+  Weelding their Axes as they had beene wands,
+  Till the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse
+  Ouer whom straight the Count Salines stands,
+    And lendeth Cornwal such a blow withall,
+    Ouer the Crupper that he makes him fall.
+
+[Stanza 223]
+
+  Cornwal recouers, for his Armes were good,
+  And to Salines maketh vp againe,
+  Who changde such boysterous buffets, that the blood,
+  Doth through the Ioints of their strong Armour straine,
+  Till Count Salines sunck downe where he stood,
+  Blamount who sees the Count Salines slaine,
+    Straight copes with Cornwal beaten out of breath
+    Till Kent comes in, and rescues him from death.
+
+[Stanza 224]
+
+  Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth flye,
+  Who at the Earle with no lesse courage struck,
+  And one the other with such knocks they plye,
+  That eithers Axe in th’others Helmet stuck;
+  Whilst they are wrastling, crossing thigh with thigh;
+  Their Axes pykes, which soonest out should pluck:
+    They, fall to ground like in their Casks to smother,
+    With their clutcht Gauntlets cuffing one another.
+
+[Stanza 225: _Called Cluet of Brabant._]
+
+  Couragious Cluet grieued at the sight
+  Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall,
+  Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might;
+  Whose comming seem’d the stout Lord Scales to call,
+  Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight,
+  When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall,
+    Gainst him goes Roussy, in then Louell ran,
+    Whom next Count Moruyle chuseth as his man.
+
+[Stanza 226]
+
+  Their Curates are vnriuetted with blowes,
+  With horrid wounds their breasts and faces slasht;
+  There drops a cheeke, and there falls off a nose:
+  And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht;
+  Yet still the Better with the English goes;
+  The earth of France with her owne blood is washt;
+    They fall so fast, she scarse affords them roome,
+    That one mans Trunke becomes anothers Toombe.
+
+[Stanza 227: _The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntingdon
+With breach of promise._]
+
+  When Suffolk chargeth Huntingdon with sloth,
+  Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin,
+  And had neglected his fast plighted troth
+  Vpon the Field, the Battaile to begin,
+  That where the one was, there they would be both;
+  When the stout Earle of Huntingdon, to win
+    Trust with his friends; doth this himselfe enlarge
+    To this great Earle who dares him thus to charge.
+
+[Stanza 228]
+
+  My Lord (quoth he) it is not that I feare,
+  More then your selfe, that so I haue not gone;
+  But that I haue beene forced to be neare
+  The King, whose person I attend vpon,
+  And that I doubt not but to make appeare
+  Now, if occasion shall but call me on,
+    Looke round about my Lord, if you can see,
+    Some braue aduenture worthy you and me.
+
+[Stanza 229: _A desperate attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon._]
+
+  See yan proud Banner, of the Duke of Barres,
+  Me thinkst it wafts vs, and I heare it say,
+  Wher’s that couragious Englishman that darres,
+  Aduenture, but to carry me away,
+  This were a thing, now worthy of our warres;
+  I’st true, quoth Suffolke, by this blessed day,
+    On, and weele haue it, sayst thou so indeed,
+    Quoth Huntingdon, then Fortune be our speed.
+
+[Stanza 230]
+
+  And through the Ranckes then rushing in their pride,
+  They make a Lane; about them so they lay,
+  Foote goes with foote, and side is ioynde to side,
+  They strike downe all that stand within their way,
+  And to direct them, haue no other guide,
+  But as they see the multitude to sway;
+    And as they passe, the French as to defie,
+    Saint George for England and the King they cry.
+
+[Stanza 231: _One braue exploit begetteth another._]
+
+  By their examples, each braue English blood,
+  Vpon the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne,
+  Thick there as trees within a well-growne wood;
+  Where great Atchiements instantly were done,
+  Against them toughly whilst that Nation stood,
+  But ô what man his destinie can shunne
+    That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne,
+    When he much valour sundry wayes hath showne.
+
+[Stanza 232: _The Earle of Suffolke slaine._]
+
+  Which the proud English further doth prouoke,
+  Who to destruction bodily were bent,
+  That the maine Battaile instantly they broke,
+  Vpon the French so furiously they went
+  And not an English but doth scorne a stroake,
+  If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent,
+    Who weake with wounds, their weapons from them threw,
+    With which the English fearefully them slue.
+
+[Stanza 233: _The English kill the French with their owne weapons._]
+
+  Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne,
+  By those vnarm’d that from the English fled,
+  All further hopes then vtterly forlorne,
+  His Noble heart in his full Bosome bled;
+  What Fate, quoth he, our ouerthrowe hath sworne,
+  Must France a Prisoner be to England led,
+    Well, if she be so, yet Ile let her see,
+    She beares my Carkasse with her, and not me.
+
+[Stanza 234]
+
+  And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere,
+  When with the courage of a valiant Knight
+  (As one that knew not, or forgot to feare)
+  He tow’rds King Henry maketh in the fight,
+  And all before him as he downe doth beare,
+  Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light:
+    Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth bring,
+    Scarse two Pykes length that came before the King.
+
+[Stanza 235: _The Duke of Glocester ouerthrowne by the Duke of
+Alanzon._]
+
+  Their Staues both strongly riuetted with steele,
+  At the first stroke each other they astound,
+  That as they staggering from each other reele;
+  The Duke of Gloster falleth to the ground:
+  When as Alanzon round about doth wheele,
+  Thinking to lend him his last deadly wound:
+    In comes the King his Brothers life to saue
+    And to this braue Duke, a fresh on-set gaue.
+
+[Stanza 236]
+
+  When as themselues like Thunderbolts they shot,
+  One at the other, and the Lightning brake
+  Out of their Helmets, and againe was not,
+  E’r of their strokes, the eare a sound could take
+  Betwixt them two, the Conflict grew so hot,
+  Which those about them so amaz’d doth make,
+    That they stood still as wondring at the sight,
+    And quite forgot that they themselues must fight.
+
+[Stanza 237: _The King of England in danger to be slaine, by the Duke of
+Alanzon._]
+
+  Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,
+  That with a stroke (as he was wondrous strong)
+  He cleft the Crowne that on his Helme he wore,
+  And tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong:
+  Then with a second brus’d his Helme before,
+  That it his forehead pittifully wroong:
+    As some that sawe it certainly had thought,
+    The King therewith had to the ground beene brought.
+
+[Stanza 238: _Alanzon beaten downe by the King of England._]
+
+  But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit,
+  (As now his valour lay vpon the Rack)
+  Vpon the face the Duke so strongly hit,
+  As in his Saddle layde him on his back,
+  And once perceiuing that he had him split,
+  Follow’d his blowes, redoubling thwack on thwack:
+    Till he had lost his Stirups, and his head
+    Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread.
+
+[Stanza 239: _The King killeth two Gentlemen that aduenture to rescue
+the Duke._]
+
+  When soone two other seconding their Lord,
+  His kind Companions in this glorious prize,
+  Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor’d,
+  If to his feet his Armes would let him rise:
+  On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor’d;
+  Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies,
+    And on his body slew them both, whilst he
+    Recouering was their ayde againe to be.
+
+[Stanza 240]
+
+  The King thus made the Master of the Fight:
+  The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye:
+  Henry I’le pay my Ransome, doe me right:
+  I am the Duke Alanzon; it is I.
+  The King to saue him putting all his might,
+  Yet the rude Souldiers, with their showt and crie,
+    Quite drown’d his voyce, his Helmet being shut,
+    And, that braue Duke into small peeces cut.
+
+[Stanza 241: _The Duke of Alanzon slaine._]
+
+  Report once spred, through the distracted Host,
+  Of their prime hope, the Duke Alanzon slayne:
+  That flower of France, on whom they trusted most:
+  They found their valour was but then in vayne:
+  Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost,
+  Who slowly fled before, now ranne amayne.
+    Nor could a man be found, but that dispaires
+    Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs.
+
+[Stanza 242: _The Duke Neuers taken prisoner._]
+
+  The Duke Neuers, now in this sad retreat,
+  By Dauid Gam and Morisby persude,
+  (Who throughly chaf’d, neere melted into sweat,
+  And with French blood their Poleaxes imbrud)
+  They sease vpon him following the defeate,
+  Amongst the faint, and fearefull multitude;
+    When a contention fell betweene them twaine,
+    To whom the Duke should rightfully pertaine.
+
+[Stanza 243: _Morisby and Gam at contention for the Duke of Neuers._]
+
+  I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase,
+  Quoth Morrisby; but lefts him in the throng,
+  Then put I on; quoth Gam, hast thou the face,
+  Insulting Knight, to offer me this wrong;
+  Quoth Morrisby, who shall decide the case,
+  Let him confesse to whom he doth belong;
+    Let him (quoth Gam) but if’t be not to me,
+    For any right you haue, he may goe free.
+
+[Stanza 244: _Morisby a braue young Knight._]
+
+[_Dauid Gam oft mentioned in this Poem._]
+
+  With that couragious Morrisby grew hot,
+  Were not said he his Ransome worth a pin,
+  Now by these Armes I weare thou gett’st him not:
+  Or if thou do’st, thou shalt him hardly win;
+  Gam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot,
+  To bend his Axe vpon him doth begin:
+    He his at him, till the Lord Beamount came
+    Their rash attempt, and wisely thus doth blame.
+
+[Stanza 245]
+
+  Are not the French twice trebl’d to our power,
+  And fighting still, nay, doubtfull yet the day:
+  Thinke you not these vs fast enough deuoure:
+  But that your braues the Army must dismay:
+  If ought but good befell vs in this howre:
+  This be you sure your lyues for it must pay:
+    Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see,
+    And then decide whose prisoner he shall be.
+
+[Stanza 246: _The Duke of Excester cometh in with the Reare._]
+
+  Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare
+  Came on, which long had labour’d to come in:
+  And with the Kings mayne Battell vp doth beare;
+  Who still kept off, till the last houre had bin:
+  He cryes and clamours eu’ry way doth heare:
+  But yet he knew not which the day should win:
+    Nor askes of any what were fit to doe,
+    But where the French were thick’st, he falleth to.
+
+[Stanza 247]
+
+  The Earle of Vandom certainly that thought,
+  The English fury somewhat had beene stayde:
+  Weary with slaughter as men ouer-wrought,
+  Nor had beene spurr’d on by a second ayde:
+  For his owne safety, then more fiercely fought,
+  Hoping the tempest somewhat had been layde:
+    And he thereby (though suff’ring the defeate,)
+    Might keep his Reareward whole in his Retreate.
+
+[Stanza 248]
+
+  On whom the Duke of Excester then fell,
+  Reare with the Reare now for their Valours vy,
+  Ours finde the French their lyues will dearely sell;
+  And th’English meane as dearely them to buy:
+  The English follow, should they runne through hell,
+  And through the same the French must, if they flye,
+    When too’t they goe, deciding it with blowes,
+    With th’one side now, then with th’other’t goes.
+
+[Stanza 249]
+
+  But the sterne English with such luck and might,
+  (As though the Fates had sworne to take their parts)
+  Vpon the French preuailing in the Fight,
+  With doubled hands, and with re-doubled harts,
+  The more in perill still the more in plight,
+  Gainst them whom Fortune miserably thwarts:
+    Disabled quite before the Foe to stand,
+    But fall like grasse before the Mowers hand.
+
+[Stanza 250: _The Earle of Vandome slaine._]
+
+  That this French Earle is beaten on the Field,
+  His fighting Souldiers round about him slaine;
+  And when himselfe a Prisoner he would yeeld,
+  And beg’d for life, it was but all in vaine;
+  Their Bills the English doe so easely weeld
+  To kill the French, as though it were no paine;
+    For this to them was their auspicious day,
+    The more the English fight, the more they may.
+
+[Stanza 251]
+
+  When now the Marshall Boucequalt, which long
+  Had through the Battaile waded eu’ry way,
+  Oft hazarded the murther’d Troupes among,
+  Encouraging them to abide the day:
+  Finding the Army that he thought so strong,
+  Before the English faintly to dismay,
+    Brings on the wings which of the rest remain’d,
+    With which the Battaile stoutly he maintain’d.
+
+[Stanza 252: _Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred
+Archers._]
+
+  Till olde Sir Thomas Erpingham at last,
+  With those three hundred Archers commeth in,
+  Which layd in ambush not three houres yet past;
+  Had the Defeat of the French Army bin,
+  With these that noble Souldier maketh hast,
+  Lest other from him should the honour win:
+    Who as before now stretch their well-wax’d strings,
+    At the French Horse then comming in the wings.
+
+[Stanza 253]
+
+  The soyle with slaughter eu’ry where they load,
+  Whilst the French stoutly to the English stood,
+  The drops from eithers emptied veynes that flow’d,
+  Where it was lately firme had made a flood:
+  But heau’n that day to the braue English ow’d;
+  The Sunne that rose in water, set in blood:
+    Nothing but horrour to be look’d for there,
+    And the stout Marshall vainely doth but feare.
+
+[Stanza 254: _The Marshall of France slaine._]
+
+  His Horse sore wounded whilst he went aside,
+  To take another still that doth attend,
+  A shaft which some too-lucky hand doth guide,
+  Peircing his Gorget brought him to his end;
+  Which when the proud Lord Falkonbridge espide,
+  Thinking from thence to beare away his friend,
+    Strucke from his Horse, with many a mortall wound,
+    Is by the English nayled to the ground.
+
+[Stanza 255]
+
+  The Marshalls death so much doth them affright,
+  That downe their weapons instantly they lay,
+  And better yet to fit them for their flight,
+  Their weightier Armes, they wholly cast away,
+  Their hearts so heauy, makes their heeles so light,
+  That there was no intreating them to stay,
+    Ore hedge and ditch distractedly they take,
+    And happiest he, that greatest haste could make.
+
+[Stanza 256: _Count Vadamount._]
+
+[_The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince._]
+
+  When Vadamount now in the Conflict mett,
+  With valient Brabant, whose high valour showne
+  That day, did many a blunted Courage whett,
+  Else long before that from the Field had flowne,
+  Quoth Vadamount, see how we are besett,
+  To death like to be troden by our owne,
+    My Lord of Brabant, what is to be done?
+    See how the French before the English runne.
+
+[Stanza 257: _A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant against the
+French._]
+
+  Why, let them runne and neuer turne the head,
+  Quoth the braue Duke, vntill their hatefull breath
+  Forsake their Bodies, and so farre haue fled,
+  That France be not disparadg’d by their death:
+  Who trusts to Cowards ne’r is better sped,
+  Be he accurst, with such that holdeth faith,
+    Slaughter consume the Recreants as they flye,
+    Branded with shame, so basely may they dye.
+
+[Stanza 258]
+
+  Ignoble French, your fainting Cowardize craues
+  The dreadfull curse of your owne Mother earth,
+  Hardning her breast, not to allow you graues,
+  Be she so much ashamed of your birth;
+  May he be curst that one of you but saues,
+  And be in France hereafter such a dearth
+    Of Courage, that men from their wits it feare,
+    A Drumme, or Trumpet when they hap to heare.
+
+[Stanza 259: _Anthony Duke of Brabant, sonne to the Duke of Burgundy._]
+
+  From Burgundy brought I the force I had,
+  To fight for them, that ten from one doe flye;
+  It splits my breast, O that I could be mad;
+  To vexe these Slaues who would not dare to dye:
+  In all this Army is there not a Lad,
+  Th’ignoble French for Cowards that dare crye:
+    If scarse one found, then let me be that one,
+    The English Army that oppos’d alone.
+
+[Stanza 260: _The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine._]
+
+  This said, he puts his Horse vpon his speed,
+  And in, like lightning on the English flewe:
+  Where many a Mothers sonne he made to bleed,
+  Whilst him with much astonishment they viewe:
+  Where hauing acted many a Knight-like deed,
+  Him and his Horse they all to peeces hewe:
+    Yet he that day more lasting glory wan,
+    Except Alanzon then did any man.
+
+[Stanza 261: _Many of the French in their flight get into an old Fort._]
+
+  When as report to great King Henry came,
+  Of a vast Route which from the Battaile fled,
+  (Amongst the French most men of speciall name)
+  By the stout English fiercely followed;
+  Had for their safety, (much though to their shame)
+  Got in their flight into so strong a sted,
+    So fortifi’d by nature (as ’twas thought)
+    They might not thence, but with much blood be brought.
+
+[Stanza 262: _The Kings slight answer._]
+
+  An aged Rampire, with huge Ruines heapt,
+  Which seru’d for Shot, gainst those that should assayle,
+  Whose narrow entrance they with Crosbowes kept,
+  Whose sharpned quarres came in show’rs like hayle:
+  Quoth the braue King, first let the field be swept,
+  And with the rest we well enough shall deale;
+    Which though some heard, and so shut vp their eare,
+    Yet relish’d not with many Souldiers there.
+
+[Stanza 263]
+
+  Some that themselues by Ransomes would enrich,
+  (To make their pray of Pesants yet dispise)
+  Felt as they thought their bloody palmes to itch,
+  To be in action for their wealthy prize:
+  Others whom onely glory doth bewitch,
+  Rather then life would to this enterprize:
+    Most men seem’d willing, yet not any one
+    Would put himselfe this great exployt vpon.
+
+[Stanza 264: _Woodhouse ieereth at the attempt._]
+
+  Which Woodhouse hearing meerily thus spake,
+  (One that right well knew, both his worth and wit)
+  A dangerous thing it is to vndertake
+  A Fort, where Souldiers be defending it,
+  Perhaps they sleepe, and if they should awake,
+  With stones, or with their shafts they may vs hitt,
+    And in our Conquest whilst so well we fare,
+    It were meere folly, but I see none dare.
+
+[Stanza 265: _Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse._]
+
+  Which Gam o’r hearing (being neere at hand)
+  Not dare quoth he, and angerly doth frowne,
+  I tell thee Woodhouse, some in presence stand,
+  Dare propp the Sunne if it were falling downe,
+  Dare graspe the bolt from Thunder in his hand,
+  And through a Cannon leape into a Towne;
+    I tell thee, a resolued man may doe
+    Things, that thy thoughts, yet neuer mounted to.
+
+[Stanza 266]
+
+  I know that resolution may doe much,
+  Woodhouse replyes, but who could act my thought,
+  With his proud head the Pole might easely tuch,
+  And Gam quoth he, though brauely thou hast fought,
+  Yet not the fame thou hast attain’d too, such,
+  But that behind, as great is to be bought,
+    And yonder tis, then Gam come vp with me,
+    Where soone the King our Courages shall see.
+
+[Stanza 267]
+
+  Agreed quoth Gam, and vp their Troopes they call,
+  Hand ouer head, and on the French they ran,
+  And to the fight couragiously they fall,
+  When on both sides the slaughter soone began;
+  Fortune awhile indifferent is to all,
+  These what they may, and those doe what they can.
+    Woodhouse and Gam, vpon each other vye,
+    By Armes their manhood desperatly to try.
+
+[Stanza 268: _Captaine Gam slaine._]
+
+[_For this seruice done by Woodhouse, there was an addition of honour
+giuen him: which was a hand holding a Club: with the word _Frappe Fort_,
+which is born by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke, to this day._]
+
+  To clime the Fort the Light-Arm’d English striue,
+  And some by Trees there growing to ascend;
+  The French with Flints let at the English driue,
+  Themselues with Shields the Englishmen defend,
+  And faine the Fort downe with their hands would riue:
+  Thus either side their vtmost power extend,
+    Till valiant Gam sore wounded, drawne aside
+    By his owne Souldiers, shortly after dy’de.
+
+[Stanza 269]
+
+  Then take they vp the bodies of the slaine,
+  Which for their Targets ours before them beare,
+  And with a fresh assault come on againe;
+  Scarse in the Field yet, such a fight as there,
+  Crosse-bowes, and Long-bowes at it are amaine,
+  Vntil the French their massacre that feare,
+    Of the fierce English, a cessation craue,
+    Offring to yeeld, so they their liues would saue.
+
+[Stanza 270]
+
+  Lewis of Burbon in the furious heat
+  Of this great Battaile, hauing made some stay,
+  Who with the left wing suffered a defeate,
+  In the beginning of this lucklesse day,
+  Finding the English forcing their retreat,
+  And that much hope vpon his valour lay,
+    Fearing lest he might vndergoe some shame,
+    That were vnworthy of the Burbon name.
+
+[Stanza 271]
+
+  Hath gathered vp some scattred Troopes of Horse,
+  That in the Field stood doubtfull what to doe;
+  Though with much toyle, which he doth reinforce
+  With some small power that he doth add thereto,
+  Proclaiming still the English had the worse,
+  And now at last, with him if they would goe,
+    He dares assure them Victory, if not
+    The greatest fame that euer Souldiers gott.
+
+[Stanza 272: _A deuise of Burbons to giue encouragement to the French._]
+
+  And being wise, so Burbon to beguile
+  The French, (preparing instantly to fly)
+  Procures a Souldier, by a secret wile
+  To come in swiftly and to craue supply,
+  That if with Courage they would fight awhile,
+  It certaine was the English all should dye,
+    For that the King had offered them to yeeld,
+    Finding his troopes to leaue him on the Field.
+
+[Stanza 273]
+
+  When Arthur Earle of Richmount comming in,
+  With the right wing that long staid out of sight,
+  Hauing too lately with the English bin,
+  But finding Burbon bent againe to fight,
+  His former credit hoping yet to winn,
+  (Which at that instant easily he might)
+    Comes close vp with him, and puts on as fast,
+    Brauely resolu’d to fight it to the last.
+
+[Stanza 274]
+
+  And both encourag’d by the newes was braught
+  Of the ariuing of the Daulphins power;
+  Whose speedy Van, their Reare had almost raught,
+  (From Agincourt discouer’d from a Tower)
+  Which with the Norman Gallantry was fraught,
+  And on the suddaine comming like a shower;
+    Would bring a deluge on the English Host,
+    Whilst they yet stood their victory to boast.
+
+[Stanza 275: _A simily of the French._]
+
+  And one they come, as doth a rowling tide,
+  Forc’d by a winde, that shoues it forth so fast,
+  Till it choke vp some chanell side to side,
+  And the craz’d banks doth downe before it cast,
+  Hoping the English would them not abide,
+  Or would be so amazed at their hast,
+    That should they faile to route them at their will,
+    Yet of their blood, the fields should drinke their fill.
+
+[Stanza 276]
+
+  When as the English whose o’r-wearied Armes,
+  Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore,
+  These inexpected, and so fierce Alarmes,
+  To their first strength doe instantly restore,
+  And like a Stoue their stifned sinewes warmes,
+  To act as brauely as they did before;
+    And the proud French as stoutly to oppose,
+    Scorning to yeeld one foot despight of blowes.
+
+[Stanza 277]
+
+  The fight is fearefull, for stout Burbon brings
+  His fresher forces on with such a shocke,
+  That they were like to cut the Archers strings
+  E’re they their Arrowes hansomly could nock
+  The French like Engines that were made with springs:
+  Themselues so fast into the English lock,
+    That th’one was like the other downe to beare,
+    In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.
+
+[Stanza 278]
+
+  Still staggering long they from each other reel’d,
+  Glad that themselues they so could disingage:
+  And falling back vpon the spacious field
+  (For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage)
+  Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld,
+  They with such madnesse execute their rage;
+    As though the former fury of the day,
+    To this encounter had but beene a play.
+
+[Stanza 279]
+
+  Slaughter is now desected to the full,
+  Here from their backs their batter’d Armours fall,
+  Here a sleft shoulder, there a clouen scull,
+  There hang his eyes out beaten with a mall,
+  Vntill the edges of their Bills growe dull,
+  Vpon each other they so spend their gall,
+    Wilde showtes and clamors all the ayre doe fill,
+    The French cry _tue_, and the English kill.
+
+[Stanza 280]
+
+  The Duke of Barre in this vaste spoyle by chance;
+  With the Lord Saint-Iohn on the Field doth meete,
+  Towards whom that braue Duke doth himselfe aduance,
+  Who with the like encounter him doth greete:
+  This English Barron, and this Peere of France,
+  Grapling together, falling from their feete,
+    With the rude crowdes had both to death beene crusht,
+    In for their safety, had their friends not rusht.
+
+[Stanza 281]
+
+  Both againe rais’d, and both their Souldiers shift,
+  To saue their lyues if any way they could:
+  But as the French the Duke away would lift,
+  Vpon his Armes the English taking hould,
+  (Men of that sort, that thought vpon their thrift)
+  Knowing his Ransome dearely would be sould:
+    Dragge him away in spight of their defence,
+    Which to their Quarter would haue borne him thence.
+
+[Stanza 282: _Lewes of Burbon taken prisoner by a meane Souldier._]
+
+  Meane while braue Burbon from his stirring Horse,
+  Gall’d with an Arrow to the earth is throwne;
+  By a meane Souldier seased on by force,
+  Hoping to haue him certainly his owne,
+  Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse:
+  Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne,
+    And he perceiues the Souldier him doth deeme,
+    To be a person of no meane esteeme.
+
+[Stanza 283]
+
+  Berckley and Burnell, two braue English Lords,
+  Flesht with French blood, and in their Valours pride,
+  Aboue their Arm’d heads brandishing their swords,
+  As they tryumphing through the Army ride,
+  Finding what prizes Fortune here affords
+  To eu’ry Souldier, and more wistly eyde
+    This gallant prisoner, by his Arming see,
+    Of the great Burbon family to be.
+
+[Stanza 284: _Lewes of Burbon stabd by the Souldier that took him
+prisoner._]
+
+  And from the Souldier they his Prisoner take,
+  Of which the French Lord seemeth wondrous faine
+  Thereby his safety more secure to make:
+  Which when the Souldier findes his hopes in vaine,
+  So rich a Booty forced to forsake,
+  To put himselfe, and prisoner out of paine:
+    He on the suddaine stabs him, and doth sweare,
+    Would th’aue his Ransome, they should take it there.
+
+[Stanza 285]
+
+  When Rosse and Morley making in amaine,
+  Bring the Lord Darcy vp with them along,
+  Whose Horse had lately vnder him beene slaine;
+  And they on foote found fighting in the throng,
+  Those Lords his friends remounting him againe,
+  Being a man that valiant was and strong:
+    They altogether with a generall hand,
+    Charge on the French that they could finde to stand.
+
+[Stanza 286]
+
+  And yet but vainely as the French suppos’d,
+  For th’Earle of Richmount forth such earth had found,
+  That one two sides with quick-set was enclos’d,
+  And the way to it by a rising ground,
+  By which a while the English were oppos’d,
+  At euery Charge which else came vp so round,
+    As that except the passage put them by,
+    The French as well might leaue their Armes and flye.
+
+[Stanza 287]
+
+  Vpon both parts it furiously is fought,
+  And with such quicknesse riseth to that hight,
+  That horror neede no further to be sought:
+  If onely that might satisfie the sight,
+  Who would haue fame full dearely here it bought,
+  For it was sold by measure and by waight,
+    And at one rate the price still certaine stood,
+    An ounce of honour cost a pound of blood.
+
+[Stanza 288: _The Lords Dampier and Sauesses taken prisoners._]
+
+  When so it hapt that Dampier in the Van,
+  Meetes with stout Darcy, but whilst him he prest,
+  Ouer and ouer commeth horse and man,
+  Of whom the other soone himselfe possest:
+  When as Sauesses vpon Darcy ran
+  To ayde Dampier, but as he him adrest;
+    A Halbert taking hold vpon his Greaues,
+    Him from his Saddle violently heaues.
+
+[Stanza 289]
+
+  When soone fiue hundred Englishmen at Armes,
+  That to the French had giuen many a chase;
+  And when they couered all the Field with swarmes;
+  Yet oft that day had brauely bid them base:
+  Now at the last by raising fresh Alarmes;
+  And comming vp with an vnusuall pace,
+    Made them to knowe, that they must runne or yeeld,
+    Neuer till now the English had the Field.
+
+[Stanza 290: _Arthur Earl of Richmount taken prisoner._]
+
+[_The Count du Marle slaine._]
+
+  Where Arthur Earle of Richmount beaten downe,
+  Is left (suppos’d of eu’ry one for dead)
+  But afterwards awaking from his swoone,
+  By some that found him, was recouered:
+  So Count Du Marle was likewise ouerthrowne:
+  As he was turning meaning to haue fled,
+    Who fights, the colde blade in his bosome feeles,
+    Who flyes, still heares it whisking at his heeles.
+
+[Stanza 291]
+
+  Till all disrank’d, like seely Sheepe they runne,
+  By threats nor prayers, to be constrain’d to stay;
+  For that their hearts were so extreamely done,
+  That fainting oft they fall vpon the way:
+  Or when they might a present perill shunne,
+  They rush vpon it by their much dismay,
+    That from the English should they safely flye,
+    Of their owne very feare, yet they should dye.
+
+[Stanza 292]
+
+  Some they take prisoners, other some they kill,
+  As they affect those vpon whom they fall:
+  For they as Victors may doe what they will:
+  For who this Conqueror to account dare call,
+  In gore the English seeme their soules to swill,
+  And the deiected French must suffer all;
+    Flight, cords, and slaughter, are the onely three,
+    To which themselues subiected they doe see.
+
+[Stanza 293: _The misery of the French._]
+
+  A shoolesse Souldier there a man might meete,
+  Leading his Mounsier by the armes fast bound:
+  Another, his had shackled by the feete;
+  Who like a Cripple shuffled on the ground;
+  Another three or foure before him beete,
+  Like harmefull Chattell driuen to a pound;
+    They must abide it, so the Victor will,
+    Who at his pleasure may, or saue, or kill.
+
+[Stanza 294]
+
+  That braue French Gallant, when the fight began,
+  Who lease of Lackies ambled by his side,
+  Himselfe a Lacky now most basely ran,
+  Whilst a rag’d Souldier on his Horse doth ride,
+  That Rascall is no lesse then at his man,
+  Who was but lately to his Luggadge tide;
+    And the French Lord now courtsies to that slaue,
+    Who the last day his Almes was like to craue.
+
+[Stanza 295: _The French forced to beare the wounded English on their
+backs._]
+
+  And those few English wounded in the fight,
+  They force the French to bring with them away,
+  Who when they were depressed with the weight,
+  Yet dar’d not once their burthen downe to lay,
+  Those in the morne, whose hopes were at their height,
+  Are fallne thus lowe ere the departing day;
+    With pickes of Halberts prickt in steed of goads,
+    Like tyred Horses labouring with their Loads.
+
+[Stanza 296]
+
+  But as the English from the Field returne,
+  Some of those French who when the Fight began,
+  Forsooke their friends, and hoping yet to earne,
+  Pardon, for that so cowardly they ran,
+  Assay the English Carridges to burne,
+  Which to defend them scarsely had a man;
+    For that their keepers to the field were got,
+    To picke such spoyles, as chance should them alott.
+
+[Stanza 297: _A crew of rascall French rifle the King of Englands
+Tents._]
+
+  The Captaines of this Rascall cowardly Route,
+  Were Isambert of Agincourt at hand,
+  Riflant of Clunasse a Dorpe there about,
+  And for the Chiefe in this their base command,
+  Was Robinett of Burnivile; throughout
+  The Countrie knowne, all order to withstand,
+    These with fiue hundred Peasants they had rais’d
+    The English Tents, vpon an instant seas’d.
+
+[Stanza 298]
+
+  For setting on those with the Luggadge left,
+  A few poore Sutlers with the Campe that went,
+  They basely fell to pillage and to theft,
+  And hauing rifled euery Booth and Tent,
+  Some of the sillyest they of life bereft,
+  The feare of which, some of the other sent,
+    Into the Army, with their suddaine cries,
+    Which put the King in feare of fresh supplies.
+
+[Stanza 299: _The French prisoners more in number then the English
+Souldiers._]
+
+  For that his Souldiers tyred in the fight,
+  Their Prisoners more in number then they were,
+  He thought it for a thing of too much weight,
+  T’oppose freshe forces, and to guard them there.
+  The Daulphins Powers, yet standing in their sight,
+  And Burbons Forces of the field not cleere.
+    These yearning cryes, that from the Caridge came,
+    His bloud yet hott, more highly doth inflame
+
+[Stanza 300]
+
+  And in his rage he instantly commands,
+  That euery English should his prisoner kill,
+  Except some fewe in some great Captaines hands
+  Whose Ransomes might his emptyed Cofers fill,
+  Alls one whose loose, or who is nowe in bonds,
+  Both must one way, it is the Conquerers will.
+    Those who late thought, small Ransoms them might free
+    Saw onely death their Ransomes now must be.
+
+[Stanza 301: _The English kill their prisoners._]
+
+[_Expostulation._]
+
+  Accursed French, and could it not suffize,
+  That ye but now bath’d in your natiue gore;
+  But yee must thus infortunately rise,
+  To drawe more plagues vpon yee then before,
+  And gainst your selfe more mischeife to diuise,
+  Then th’English could haue, and set wide the dore.
+    To vtter ruine, and to make an end
+    Of that your selues, which others would not spend.
+
+[Stanza 302]
+
+  Their vtmost rage the English now had breath’d,
+  And their proud heartes gan somewhat to relent,
+  Their bloody swords they quietly had sheath’d,
+  And their strong bowes already were vnbent,
+  To easefull rest their bodies they bequeath’d,
+  Nor farther harme at all to you they ment,
+    And to that paynes must yee them needsly putt,
+    To draw their kniues once more your throats to cutt.
+
+[Stanza 303: _The French cause of their own massechre._]
+
+[_A discriptyon of the Massachre in the foure following stanzas._]
+
+  That French who lately by the English stood,
+  And freely ask’d what ransome he should pay,
+  Whoe somwhat coold, and in a calmer moode,
+  Agreed with him both of the some and day,
+  Nowe findes his flesh must be the present foode,
+  For wolues and Rauens, for the same that stay.
+    And sees his blood on th’others sword to flowe,
+    E’r his quicke sense could aprehend the blowe.
+
+[Stanza 304]
+
+  Whilst one is asking what the bus’nesse is,
+  Hearing (in French) his Country-man to crye:
+  He who detaines him prisoner, answers this:
+  Mounsier, the King commands that you must dye;
+  This is plaine English, whilst he’s killing his:
+  He sees another on a French man flye,
+    And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines,
+    Whilst he’s demanding what the Garboyle meanes.
+
+[Stanza 305]
+
+  That tender heart whose chance it was to haue,
+  Some one, that day who did much valour showe,
+  Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue:
+  But equall Lots had Fate pleas’d to bestowe:
+  He who his prisoner willingly would saue,
+  Lastly constrain’d to giue the deadly blowe
+    That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe:
+    Turning his face, full bitterly doth weepe.
+
+[Stanza 306]
+
+  Ten thousand French that inwardly were well,
+  Saue some light hurts that any man might heale:
+  Euen at an instant, in a minute fell,
+  And their owne friends their deathes to them to deale.
+  Yet of so many, very fewe could tell,
+  Nor could the English perfectly reueale,
+    The desperate cause of this disastrous hap,
+    That euen as Thunder kill’d them with a clap.
+
+[Stanza 307]
+
+  How happy were those in the very hight,
+  Of this great Battaile, that had brauely dyde,
+  When as their boyling bosomes in the fight,
+  Felt not the sharpe steele thorough them to slide:
+  But these now in a miserable plight,
+  Must in cold blood this massacre abide,
+    Caus’d by those Villaines (curst aliue and dead,)
+    That from the field the passed morning fled.
+
+[Stanza 308]
+
+  When as the King to Crowne this glorious day,
+  Now bids his Souldiers after all this toyle,
+  (No forces found that more might them dismay)
+  Of the dead French to take the gen’rall spoyle,
+  Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu’ry way;
+  For eu’n as Clods they cou’red all the soyle,
+    Commanding none should any one controle,
+    Catch that catch might, but each man to his dole.
+
+[Stanza 309]
+
+  They fall to groping busily for gold,
+  Of which about them the slaine French had store,
+  They finde as much as well their hands can hold,
+  Who had but siluer, him they counted poore,
+  Scarfes, Chaines, and Bracelets, were not to be told,
+  So rich as these no Souldiers were before;
+    Who got a Ring would scarsly put it on,
+    Except therein there were some Radiant stone.
+
+[Stanza 310]
+
+  Out of rich sutes the Noblest French they strip,
+  And leaue their Bodies naked on the ground,
+  And each one fills his Knapsack or his Scrip;
+  With some rare thing that on the Field is found:
+  About his bus’nesse he doth nimbly skip,
+  That had vpon him many a cruell wound:
+    And where they found a French not out-right slaine,
+    They him a prisoner constantly retaine.
+
+[Stanza 311]
+
+  Who scarse a Shirt had but the day before,
+  Nor a whole Stocking to keepe out the cold,
+  Hath a whole Wardrop (at command in store)
+  In the French fashion flaunting it in gold,
+  And in the Tauerne, in his Cups doth rore,
+  Chocking his Crownes, and growes thereby so bold,
+    That proudly he a Captaines name assumes,
+    In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes.
+
+[Stanza 312]
+
+  Waggons and Carts are laden till they crackt,
+  With Armes and Tents there taken in the Field;
+  For want of carridge on whose tops are packt,
+  Ensignes, Coat-Armours, Targets, Speares, and Shields:
+  Nor neede they conuoy, fearing to be sackt;
+  For all the Country to King Henry yeelds,
+    And the poore Pesant helpes along to beare,
+    What late the goods of his proud Landlord were.
+
+[Stanza 313]
+
+  A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:
+  For a French Crowne might any where be bought,
+  But if so be that he had any scarre,
+  Though ne’r so small, he valew’d was at naught;
+  With spoyles so sated the proud English are;
+  Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,
+    Except some rich Caparizon he found,
+    For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.
+
+[Stanza 314]
+
+  And many a hundred beaten downe that were,
+  Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,
+  When as the English ouer-past they heare:
+  And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,
+  Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,
+  Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:
+    But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,
+    They were found dead, and buried with the rest.
+
+[Stanza 315]
+
+  Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,
+  And of the French who were not slaine were fled:
+  Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,
+  That had the power againe to make a head:
+  This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,
+  Thanking his God that he so well had sped,
+    And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on,
+    Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.
+
+FINIS.
+
+
+
+
+  TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-
+  BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+  Fayre stood the winde for France,
+  When we our sailes aduance,
+  Nor now to proue our chance
+    Longer not tarry,
+  But put vnto the mayne:
+  At Kaux, the mouth of Seine,
+  With all his warlike trayne
+    Landed King Harry.
+
+  And taking many a forte,
+  Furnish’d in warlike sorte,
+  Comming toward Agincourte
+    (In happy houre)
+  Skermishing day by day
+  With those oppose his way,
+  Whereas the Genrall laye
+    With all his powre.
+
+  Which in his height of pride,
+  As Henry to deride,
+  His ransome to prouide
+    Vnto him sending;
+  Which he neglects the while,
+  As from a nation vyle,
+  Yet with an angry smile
+    Their fall portending.
+
+  And turning to his men,
+  Quoth famous Henry then,
+  Though they to one be ten,
+    Be not amazed:
+  Yet haue we well begun;
+  Battailes so brauely wonne
+  Euermore to the sonne
+    By fame are raysed.
+
+  And for my selfe, (quoth hee)
+  This my full rest shall bee,
+  England nere mourne for me,
+    Nor more esteeme me:
+  Victor I will remaine,
+  Or on this earth be slaine;
+  Neuer shall she sustaine
+    Losse to redeeme me.
+
+  Poiters and Cressy tell,
+  When moste their pride did swell,
+  Vnder our swords they fell:
+    Ne lesse our skill is,
+  Then when our grandsyre greate,
+  Claiming the regall seate,
+  In many a warlike feate
+    Lop’d the French lillies.
+
+  The Duke of Yorke soe dread
+  The eager vaward led;
+  With the maine Henry sped
+    Amongst his hench men.
+  Excester had the rear,
+  A brauer man not there.
+  And now preparing were
+    For the false Frenchmen
+
+  And ready to be gone.
+  Armour on armour shone,
+  Drum vnto drum did grone,
+    To hear was woonder;
+  That with the cries they make
+  The very earth did shake:
+  Trumpet to trumpet spake,
+    Thunder to thunder.
+
+  Well it thine age became,
+  O, noble Erpingham!
+  That didst the signall frame
+    Vnto the forces;
+  When from a medow by,
+  Like a storme, sodainely
+  The English archery
+    Stuck the French horses.
+
+  The Spanish vghe so strong,
+  Arrowes a cloth-yard long,
+  That like to serpents stoong,
+    Piercing the wether:
+  None from his death now starts,
+  But playing manly parts,
+  And like true English harts
+    Stuck close together.
+
+  When down theyr bowes they threw,
+  And foorth theyr bilbowes drewe,
+  And on the French they flew,
+    No man was tardy.
+  Arms from the shoulders sent,
+  Scalpes to the teeth were rent;
+  Downe the French pesants went
+    These were men hardye.
+
+  When now that noble King,
+  His broade sword brandishing,
+  Into the hoast did fling,
+    As to or’whelme it;
+  Who many a deep wound lent,
+  His armes with blood besprent,
+  And many a cruell dent
+    Brused his helmett.
+
+  Glo’ster that Duke so good,
+  Next of the royall blood,
+  For famous England stood
+    With his braue brother:
+  Clarence in steele most bright,
+  That yet a maiden knighte,
+  Yet in this furious fighte
+    Scarce such an other.
+
+  Warwick in bloode did wade,
+  Oxford the foes inuade,
+  And cruel slaughter made
+    Still as they ran vp:
+  Suffolk his axe did ply,
+  Beaumont and Willoughby
+  Bare them right doughtyly,
+    Ferrers and Fanhope.
+
+  On happy Cryspin day
+  Fought was this noble fray,
+  Which fame did not delay
+    To England to carry.
+  O! when shall Englishmen
+  With such acts fill a pen,
+  Or England breed agen
+    Such a King Harry?
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.
+
+
+Page 14, l. 3 [Stz. 4]. “_Monarchesse._” --This stately word ought to be
+revived; it is fully as legitimate as _abbess_.
+
+Page 14, l. 9 [Stz. 5]. “_A Parliament is calld._” --It met at Leicester
+on April 30th, 1414. Negotiations for a treaty with France had been
+opened on January 21st preceding. “The first indication of a claim to
+the crown of France,” says Sir Harris Nicolas (“History of the Battle of
+Agincourt”), “is a commission to the Bishop of Durham and others, dated
+on the 31st of May, 1414, by which they were instructed to negotiate the
+restitution of such of their sovereign’s rights as were withheld by
+Charles.”
+
+Page 14, l. 17 [Stz. 6]. “_In which one Bill (mongst many) there was
+red._” --“Many petitions moved,” says Holinshed, “were for that time
+deferred: amongst whyche one was that a bill exhibited in the Parliament
+holden at Westminstre in the eleventh year of King Henry the fourth,
+might now with good deliberation be pondered, and brought to some good
+conclusion. The effect of which supplication was that the temporall
+landes devoutely given, and disordinately spent by religious and other
+spirituall persons, should be seased into the Kyngs hands, sithence the
+same might suffice to maintayne to the honor of the King and defence of
+the realme fifteene Erles, fifteene C. Knightes, six M. two Esquiers,
+and a C. almes houses for reliefe only of the poor, impotente, and
+needie persones, and the King to have cleerely to his cofers twentie M.
+poundes.” Shakespeare (“Henry V.,” act i., sc. 1) versifies this passage
+with the remarkable deviation of making the surplus remaining to the
+Crown one thousand pounds instead of twenty thousand pounds.
+
+Page 14, l. 23. “_Which made those Church-men generally to feare._”--
+
+  “_Cant_. If it pass against us
+  We lose the better half of our possession.
+  _Ely_. This would drink deep.
+  _Cant_. ’Twould drink the cup and all.”
+
+    _Henry V._, act i., sc. 1.
+
+Though Henry did not touch the property of the English Church, he
+appropriated the revenues of one hundred and ten priories held by
+aliens, and made no restitution.
+
+Page 15, l. 32 [Stz. 11]. “_Thus frames his speech._” --“There is no
+record of any speech made by Chicheley at this parliament; we search for
+it in vain in the rolls of parliament, and in the history of the Privy
+Council.” --Dean Hook, who adds in a note, “No notice would have been
+taken of what was meant by Hall for a display of his own rhetoric, if
+such splendid use of it had not been made by Shakespeare in the first
+scene of ‘Henry V.’” Drayton’s version of the speech departs almost
+entirely from that given by the chroniclers, who make Chicheley, as no
+doubt he would have done, dwell at great length upon Henry’s alleged
+claim to the crown of France, and omit all topics unbefitting a man of
+peace. Drayton greatly curtails Chicheley’s legal arguments, and makes
+him talk like a warrior and a statesman. Shakespeare has shown his usual
+exquisite judgment by following Holinshed closely as regards the matter
+of Chicheley’s formal harangue, and relegating his exhortation to Henry
+to follow the example of the Black Prince to a separate discourse,
+marked off from the first by the king’s interruption. Drayton has also
+missed an opportunity in omitting Henry’s impressive appeal to the
+archbishop to advise him conscientiously in the matter, by which
+Shakespeare has set his hero’s character in the most favourable point of
+view from the very first.
+
+Page 17, l. 9 [Stz. 17]. “_Beame._” --Bohemia.
+
+Page 19, ll. 13, 14 [Stz. 25]. “_And for they knew, the French did still
+abet The Scot against vs._” --The discussion between Westmorland and
+Exeter on the expediency of first attacking Scotland is found in
+Holinshed. In the rude old play, “The Famous Victories of Henry the
+Fifth,” on which Shakespeare founded his “Henry IV.” and “Henry V.,” the
+argument for attacking Scotland first is put into the mouth of the
+Archbishop of Canterbury. Shakespeare’s noble expansion of this scene
+from the hints of his artless predecessor and of the chroniclers is one
+of the most signal proofs of the superiority of his genius.
+
+Page 20, l. 1 [Stz. 28]. “_And instantly an Embassy is sent._” --Of the
+letters written by Henry on this occasion, Sir Harris Nicolas remarks in
+his standard work on the Battle of Agincourt, “Their most striking
+features are falsehood, hypocrisy, and impiety.” Being so bad, they are
+naturally attributed by him to the much maligned Cardinal Beaufort. It
+is admitted that “in some places they approach nearly to eloquence, and
+they are throughout clear, nervous, and impressive.” They are defended
+at great length by Mr. Tyler, in his “Life of Henry V.”
+
+Page 20, l. 20 [Stz. 30]. “_A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent._”
+--This incident, so famous from the use made of it by Shakespeare, is
+in all probability historical, being mentioned by Thomas Otterbourne,
+a contemporary writer, and in an inedited MS. chronicle of the same
+date. These are quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas and in Mr. Julian
+Marshall’s erudite “Annals of Tennis” (London, 1878). Its being omitted
+by other contemporaries is no strong argument against its authenticity.
+Drayton follows Shakespeare and the chronicler Hall in writing _tunne_.
+Holinshed uses the less poetical term _barrel_.
+
+Page 20, ll. 28-32 [Stz. 31].--
+
+  “I’le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue
+  That they such Racket shall in Paris see,
+  When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,
+  As that before the Set be fully done,
+  France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.”
+
+On these lines Mr. Julian Marshall observes: “This passage is
+remarkable, as offering one of the first examples of the double sense of
+_racket_, meaning hubbub as well as the implement used in tennis; and
+also as showing the early use of the word _bandy_, which we shall find
+recurring later in the history of the game.” None of the historians who
+have related the incident mention the pointed reply to the Dauphin put
+into Henry’s mouth by Shakespeare, that he would “strike his father’s
+crown into the hazard.” The old playwright on whose foundation
+Shakespeare built merely says, “Tel him that in stead of balles of
+leather we wil tosse him balles of brasse and yron.” Drayton must
+consequently have borrowed the term from Shakespeare, which is a pretty
+conclusive proof of his having read “Henry V.” as well as witnessed its
+performance. Regarding Shakespeare’s justification for the technical
+terms used by him, Mr. Marshall judiciously remarks: “It is certain that
+tennis was played and that rackets were used in the time of Henry V.;
+but whether chases were marked and a hazard invented, and to which of
+our hazards that hazard would answer, are questions which we cannot
+solve, and which doubtless never troubled ‘sweet Will’ for one single
+moment.”
+
+Sir Harris Nicolas prints in his appendix a ballad on the story of the
+tennis balls, “obligingly communicated by Bertram Mitford, of Mitford
+Castle, in Northumberland, Esquire, who wrote it from the dictation of a
+very aged relative.” He also gives another version, from what source
+derived is not stated. The Roxburghe collection of ballads at the
+British Museum contains yet a third version, which, as it differs in
+many respects from the other two, is printed as an appendix to these
+Notes. Judging from the type, the date of the Museum broadside would
+appear to be about 1750, and the piece itself can hardly be earlier than
+the eighteenth century.
+
+Page 21, l. 18 [Stz. 34]. “_Iacks._” --Machines for planing metal.
+
+Page 21, l. 19. “_An olde Fox._” --Sword, so called, it is said, from
+the figure of a fox anciently engraved upon the blade; or, as Nares
+suggests, from the name of some celebrated cutler. “Thou diest on point
+of fox” (Shakespeare, “Henry V.,” act iv., sc. 4).
+
+Page 21, l. 23. “_Fletcher._” --An arrow-maker (_fléchier_), with which
+trade the manufacture of bows, properly the business of the _bowyer_,
+was naturally combined. The frequency of the name in our own day might
+be alleged in proof of the ancient importance of the industry, but in
+most cases it is probably derived from _flesher_, a butcher.
+
+Page 22, l. 1 [Stz. 36]. “_The Light-horse and the Bard._” --A _barded_
+horse (French _bardelle_, a pack-saddle) is one with the body entirely
+covered with armour. “For he was _barded_ from counter to tail” (“Lay of
+the Last Minstrel”).
+
+Page 23, l. 17 [Stz. 42]. “_The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his
+Mule._” --“Judges and serjeants rode to Westminster Hall on mules;
+whence it is said of a young man studying the law, ‘I see he was never
+born to ride upon a _moyle_’ (‘Every Man out of his Humour,’ ii. 3);
+that is, he will never be eminent in his profession” (Nares). It is an
+odd example of the mutations of ordinary speech that if we now heard of
+a judge setting up a mule, we should understand the exact contrary of
+what was understood by Drayton. A modern writer would more probably have
+said, set _down_.
+
+Page 23, l. 25 [Stz. 43]. “_By this, the Counsell of this Warre had
+met._” --A curious echo of Spenser: “By this the northern waggoner had
+set.”
+
+Page 24, l. 16 [Stz. 45]. “_Sleeue._” --Entirely obsolete in English,
+but France still knows the Channel as _La Manche_.
+
+Page 24, l. 19 [Stz. 46]. “_Scripts of Mart._” --Letters of marque.
+“_Mart_, originally for _Mars_. It was probably this use of _mart_ that
+led so many authors to use letters of mart, instead of marque, supposing
+it to mean _letters of war_. Under this persuasion Drayton put ‘script
+of mart’ as equivalent” (Nares).
+
+Page 24, l. 22. “_Deepe._” --Dieppe.
+
+Page 24, l. 28 [Stz. 47]. “_Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that
+flewe._” --It seems remarkable to meet with the _roc_ of the “Arabian
+Nights” in English so long before the existence of any translation. The
+word, however, occurs in Bishop Hall’s “Satires,” thirty years before
+Drayton. It probably came into our language from the Italian, being
+first used by Marco Polo, who says (part iii., chap. 35): “To return to
+the griffon; the people of the island do not know it by that name, but
+call it always _ruc_; but we, from their extraordinary size, certainly
+conclude them to be griffons.”
+
+Page 25, l. 2 [Stz. 48]. “_Stoad._” --Not found in the dictionaries, but
+apparently equivalent to _stowage_, and hence in this place to _cargo_.
+
+Page 25, ll. 5, 6. “_Straitly commanded by the Admirall, At the same
+Port to settle their aboad._” --“On the 11th of April, 1415, Nicholas
+Mauduyt, serjeant-at-arms, was commanded to arrest all ships and other
+vessels carrying twenty tons or more, _as well belonging to this kingdom
+as to other countries_, which were then in the river Thames, and in
+other sea-ports of the realm as far as Newcastle-upon-Tyne, or which
+might arrive there before the 1st of May, and the said vessels were to
+be at the ports of Southampton, London, or Winchelsea by the 8th of May
+at the latest” (Sir Harris Nicolas).
+
+Page 25, l. 28 [Stz. 51]. “_Bay of Portugall_” = Bay of Biscay.
+
+Page 26, l. 14 [Stz. 53]. “_Pruce._” --Prussia.
+
+Page 26, l. 23 [Stz. 54]. “_Flee-boats._” --Flyboats, Fr. _flibots_,
+which affords a more probable etymology than _freebooter_ for
+_flibustier_ and _filibuster_.
+
+Page 27, ll. 17, 18 [Stz. 58]. “_From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders
+wonne By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came._” --“It was one of
+the earliest measures to secure shipping from Holland” (Nicolas). The
+total number of ships enumerated by Drayton as joining in the rendezvous
+at Southampton is one hundred and seventy-eight, the foreign hired
+vessels included. A contemporary authority quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas
+makes it three hundred and twenty, made up by contingents from the
+neighbouring havens to between twelve and fourteen hundred. According to
+the list published by Sir Harris Nicolas, the number of effective
+fighting men did not exceed ten thousand five hundred, though there were
+probably as many more attendants and camp-followers.
+
+Page 27, l. 31 [Stz. 59]. “_The acclamation of the presse._” --Might be
+said in our time of any popular war, but in how different a sense!
+
+Page 28, l. 1 [Stz. 60]. --This and the following stanza are quoted by
+Sir Harris Nicolas with just admiration. In fact, Drayton’s description
+of the marshalling and departure of the expedition are the best part of
+his poem.
+
+Page 29, ll. 4-6 [Stz. 64]. “_In Ensignes there, Some wore the Armes of
+their most ancient Towne, Others againe their owne Diuises beare._”
+--The catalogue which follows is entirely in the spirit of Italian
+romantic poetry, and may be especially compared with that of Agramante’s
+allies and their insignia in the “Orlando Innamorato.” In many instances
+the device, as Drayton says, represents the escutcheon of some town
+within the county; in others he seems to have been indebted to his
+imagination, though endeavouring not unsuccessfully to adduce some
+reason for his choice.
+
+Page 30, l. 11 [Stz. 68]. “_Brack._” --Brine.
+
+Page 30, l. 20 [Stz. 69]. “_Lyam._” --A band or thong by which to lead a
+hound; hence _lyme-hound_.
+
+Page 31, l. 3 [Stz. 71]. “_A Golden Fleece and Hereford doth weare._”
+--Grammar requires this line to begin _And Hereford_. Awkward
+dislocations, however, are not infrequent in Drayton.
+
+Page 31, l. 6. “_The Shiere whose surface seems most brute._” --George
+Eliot, like Drayton a native of fertile Warwickshire, entitles the
+neighbouring county _Stonyshire_.
+
+Page 33, l. 17 [Stz. 80]. “_The Fleet then full,_” _etc._ --Compare this
+fine stanza, which might have been written by one who had never been on
+shipboard, with the still more poetical and at the same time intensely
+realistic one of Shakespeare (“Henry V.,” act iii., prologue), which
+proves that he must have been at sea on some occasion:
+
+  “Play with your fancies, and in them behold
+  Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
+  Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
+  To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
+  Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
+  Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea.”
+
+Page 34, ll. 9, 10 [Stz. 83]. “_Long Boates with Scouts are put to land
+before, Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to discry._” --“Before day-break
+the next morning, Wednesday the 14th of August, John Holland, Earl of
+Huntingdon, Sir Gilbert Umfreville, and Sir John Cornwall, were sent
+with a party of cavalry to reconnoitre Harfleur and its vicinity, with
+the view of selecting a proper situation for the encampment of the army”
+(Sir Harris Nicolas).
+
+Page 35, l. 1 [Stz. 86]. “_To the high’st earth whilst awfull Henry
+gets._” --_Whilst_ must here be taken as = _meanwhile_.
+
+Page 35, l. 3. “_With sprightly words_” _etc._ --The confusion in this
+line is evidently due to the printer. Drayton must have written: “And
+thus with sprightly words,” etc.
+
+Page 35, l. 9 [Stz. 87]. “_He first of all proclaim’d._”
+--“A proclamation was issued forbidding under pain of death a repetition
+of some excesses which had been committed, and commanding that
+henceforth the houses should not be set on fire, or the churches or
+other sacred places violated, and that the persons of women and priests
+should be held sacred” (Sir Harris Nicolas). Holinshed adds, “or to any
+suche as should be founde withoute weapon or armor, and not ready to
+make resistance.”
+
+Page 36, l. 30 [Stz. 93]. “_Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes._”
+--A characteristic instance of this excellent poet’s frequent and
+unaccountable lapses into bathos.
+
+Page 38, l. 7 [Stz. 98]. “_Whose Mynes to the besieg’d more mischiefe
+doe._” --Holinshed, however, admits that the French “with their
+countermining somewhat disappointed the Englishmen, and came to fight
+with them hand to hand within the mynes, so that they went no further
+forward with that worke.”
+
+Page 41, l. 30 [Stz. 113]. “_But on his bare feete to the Church he
+came._” --“He dismounted at the gate, took off his shoes and stockings,
+and proceeded barefoot to the church of St. Martin, where he gave solemn
+thanks to God for his success” (Sir Harris Nicolas, quoting the French
+chroniclers), Holinshed mentions Henry’s repairing to the church to
+offer thanks, but omits the picturesque circumstance of his going
+thither barefoot, and passes over his entrance into the town in the
+briefest possible manner. It is an interesting proof of Shakespeare’s
+dependence upon the chronicler to find him equally ignoring any solemn
+entry or prolonged sojourn:
+
+  “To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest,
+  To-morrow for the march are we addrest.”
+
+In fact, as Drayton tells us, he remained eight days in Harfleur,
+awaiting the Dauphin’s reply to his challenge, which Holinshed does not
+mention. Shakespeare, Drayton, and Holinshed alike pass over the
+exceedingly picturesque circumstance of the expulsion of the women and
+children under escort of the English troops. Drayton only says: “Out of
+the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue.”
+
+Page 42, ll. 7, 8 [Stz. 114]. “_He frankly off’reth in a single fight,
+With the young Daulphine to decide his right._” --Sir Harris Nicolas
+remarks: “Of the personal valour which that letter displays on the part
+of Henry but little can be said, for the challenger was about
+twenty-seven years of age, and in the full vigour of manhood, whilst his
+adversary, of whose prowess or bodily strength there is not the
+slightest evidence, and who died in the December following, had not
+attained his twentieth year.”
+
+Page 43, ll. 15, 16 [Stz. 119]. “_A Ford was found to set his Army ore
+Which neuer had discouered beene before._” --This cannot be, for the
+anonymous priest to whose narrative as an eyewitness of the campaign we
+are so deeply indebted, says, “The approach was by two long but narrow
+causeways, which the French had before warily broken through the middle”
+(Nicolas, p. 233).
+
+Page 44, l. 1 [Stz. 122]. “_Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile
+satt._” --This council was held on October 20th, five days before
+Agincourt. “The opinions of the different members,” says Sir Harris
+Nicolas, “are very minutely given by Des Ursins.”
+
+Page 44, l. 2. “_Britaine._” --Brittany. The Duke of Brittany, in fact,
+did not arrive in time to take part in the battle.
+
+Page 44, l. 17 [Stz. 124]. “_A Route of tatter’d Rascalls starued so._”
+--Holinshed’s description of the condition of the English army is most
+graphic: “The English men were brought into great misery in this
+journey, their victuall was in maner spent, and nowe coulde they get
+none: for their enemies had destroied all the corne before they came:
+reste could they none take, for their enemies were ever at hande to give
+them alarmes: dayly it rained, and nightly it freesed: of fewell there
+was great scarsitie, but of fluxes greate plenty: money they hadde
+enoughe, but of wares to bestowe it uppon for their reliefe or comforte,
+hadde they little or none. And yet in this great necessitye the poore
+people of the countrey were not spoiled, nor any thyng taken of them
+wythout payment, neyther was any outrage or offence done by the
+Englishemenne of warre, except one, whiche was, that a folish souldiour
+stale a pixe out of a churche.” Shakespeare’s use of this incident is
+well known.
+
+Page 46, l. 28 [Stz. 133]. “_Spirits._” --Must here be pronounced as a
+monosyllable, as at p. 67, l. 18.
+
+Page 48, l. 6 [Stz. 138]. “_Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre
+infest._” --Drayton probably stands alone among English poets in
+disliking the music of the rookery.
+
+Page 49, l. 15 [Stz. 143]. “_Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to
+cast._” --“The captaines had determined before howe to devide the
+spoile, and the souldiours the night before had plaid the englishemen at
+dice” (Holinshed).
+
+Page 50, l. 9 [Stz. 147]. “_And cast to make a Chariot for the King._”
+--This circumstance also is mentioned by Holinshed, and is authenticated
+by the anonymous priest.
+
+Page 50, ll. 31, 32 [Stz. 149]. “_Some pointing Stakes to stick into the
+ground, To guard the Bow-men._” --Henry had ordered the archers to
+provide themselves with stakes even before the passage of the Somme.
+
+Page 51, l. 25 [Stz. 153]. “_King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe
+not call._” --Drayton evidently follows Shakespeare, but remains a long
+way behind:
+
+                        “Not to-day, O Lord,
+  O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
+  My father made in compassing the crown!
+  I Richard’s body have interred new:
+  And on it have bestowed more contrite tears
+  Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
+  Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
+  Who twice a day their withered hands hold up
+  Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
+  Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
+  Sing still for Richard’s soul. More will I do;
+  Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
+  Since that my penitence comes after all,
+  Imploring pardon.”
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 1.
+
+Shakespeare’s infinite superiority in moral delicacy, not merely to his
+imitator, but to all poets except the very best, is forcibly shown by
+his causing Henry to abstain from all attempts to excuse his father and
+himself at the expense of Richard, so natural in the mouth of an
+ordinary person, so unbecoming a hero.
+
+Page 52, ll. 6, 7 [Stz. 154]. “_When as that Angell to whom God assign’d
+The guiding of the English._” --This fine passage may very probably have
+been in Dryden’s mind when he planned the machinery of his unwritten
+epic, and in Addison’s when he penned the famous simile of the Angel in
+his poem on Blenheim.
+
+Page 52, ll. 29, 30 [Stz. 157]. “_Foorth that braue King couragious
+Henry goes, An hower before that it was fully light._” --No personal
+reconnoissance on Henry’s part is mentioned by the historians, although
+Sir Harris Nicolas says, on the authority of Elmham: “About the middle
+of the night, before the moon set, Henry sent persons to examine the
+ground, by whose report he was better able to draw up his forces on the
+next day.” As the English were the assailants, the precaution of posting
+the archers behind the quickset hedge would have proved unnecessary.
+
+Page 55, l. 27 [Stz. 169]. “_His coruetting Courser._” --“A little grey
+horse.” He wore no spurs, probably to show his men that he entertained
+no thought of flight.
+
+Page 56, l. 20 [Stz. 172]. “_To know what he would for his Ransome
+pay._” --This is mentioned by Holinshed, but cannot be true, for all
+contemporary authorities agree that the French sent envoys to Henry on
+the morning of the battle offering him a free passage to Calais upon
+condition of surrendering Harfleur. This would seem to indicate that the
+leaders did not fully share the confidence of their troops.
+
+Page 57, ll. 3, 4 [Stz. 174]. “_And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
+Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine._” --No Frenchman could have
+said this on such an occasion. Drayton would make for any port when in
+stress of rhyme.
+
+Page 57, l. 16 [Stz. 175]. “_Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake._”
+--Drayton’s version of his speech in the main agrees with Holinshed’s.
+Shakespeare, usually so close a follower of Holinshed, substitutes an
+oration entirely of his own composition. The beautiful lines--
+
+  “For he this day that sheds his blood with me
+  Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile
+  This day shall gentle his condition”--
+
+appear to be derived from the same source as the exaggerated statement
+of Archbishop Des Ursins, that on another occasion Henry promised that
+his plebeian soldiers should be ennobled and invested with collars of
+SS. This cannot be taken directly from Des Ursins, whose history of the
+reign of Charles VI., though written in the fifteenth century, was not
+published until 1614.
+
+Page 58, ll. 9, 10 [Stz. 179]. “_When hearing one wish all the valiant
+men At home in England, with them present were._” --According to the
+anonymous monk, who may be fully relied upon, the speaker was Sir Walter
+Hungerford. Shakespeare puts the sentiment into the mouth of the Earl of
+Westmorland.
+
+Page 59, l. 9 [Stz. 183]. “_At the full Moone looke how th’vnweldy
+Tide_” _etc._ --These lines are clearly a reminiscence of
+Shakespeare’s--
+
+                    “Let the brow o’erwhelm it
+  As fearfully as doth a galled rock
+  O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
+  Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.”
+
+    _Henry V._, prologue to act iii.
+
+Page 62, l. 21 [Stz. 196]. “_Dampeir._” --Chatillon, Admiral of France,
+was also Lord of Dampierre. It must be by inadvertence that Sir Harris
+Nicolas (p. 121) speaks of Cliquet de Brabant, whom Drayton calls Cluet,
+as Admiral.
+
+Page 63, l. 6 [Stz. 198]. “_Could._” --Must have been pronounced cold,
+as it was sometimes written. See also p. 83, l. 26.
+
+Page 63, l. 16 [Stz. 199]. “_Cantels._” --Corners (Germ. Kant); hence =
+morsels, though Shakespeare speaks of “a monstrous cantle.”
+
+Page 66, ll. 11, 12 [Stz. 211]. “_Bespeaking them with honourable words
+Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse._” --One of Drayton’s
+awkward inversions. The anonymous ecclesiastic says that some of the
+French nobles surrendered themselves more than ten times, and were slain
+after all.
+
+Page 72, l. 15 [Stz. 235]. “_In comes the King his Brothers life to
+saue._” --“The Duke of Gloucester, the King’s brother, was sore wounded
+about the hippes, and borne down to the ground, so that he fel
+backwards, with his feete towards his enemies, whom the King bestridde,
+and like a brother valiantly rescued him from his enimies, and so saving
+his life, caused him to be conveyed out of the fight into a place of
+more safetie” (Holinshed).
+
+Page 72, ll. 25, 26 [Stz. 237]. “_Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,
+That with a stroke,_” _etc._ --There seems no contemporary authority for
+the single combat between Henry and Alençon of which Shakespeare has
+made such ingenious use in his management of the incident of Henry’s
+glove. According to one account, Alençon struck at the King somewhat
+unfairly as he was stooping to aid his brother, and smote off a piece of
+his crown. According to another authority, the blow was given by one of
+a band of eighteen knights who had sworn to strike the diadem from
+Henry’s head, or perish in the attempt, as they all did.
+
+Page 82, l. 28 [Stz. 277]. “_Nock._” --Notch.
+
+Page 83, l. 16 [Stz. 279]. “_Tue._” --Must be pronounced as a
+dissyllable; but the French cry was more probably _tuez_.
+
+Page 85, l. 28 [Stz. 289]. “_Base._” --Run as at prisoners’ base.
+Murray’s “Dictionary” cites one example of the use of the word in this
+sense, which is from Warner’s “Albion’s England,” a poem read and
+admired by Drayton.
+
+Page 87, l. 27 [Stz. 297]. “_Clunasse._” --A misprint for _Clamasse_.
+
+Page 87, l. 27. “_Dorpe_” = thorpe, a word revived by Tennyson in “The
+Brook.”
+
+Page 88, ll. 17, 18 [Stz. 300]. “_And in his rage he instantly commands,
+That euery English should his prisoner kill._”--
+
+  “I was not angry since I came to France
+  Until this instant.”
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 7.
+
+Page 92, l. 15 [Stz. 315]. “_And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching
+on._” --This is certainly a flat conclusion. It is surprising that
+Drayton made no use of the appearance of the herald Montjoy on the
+field, with confession of defeat and appeal for--
+
+                        “Charitable licence,
+  That we may wander o’er this bloody field
+  To book our dead, and then to bury them.”
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 7.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+It has already been observed in the Introduction that this grand lyric
+gave the model for Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade.” This latter
+poem appears along with “Maud,” and another piece in the same slender
+volume contains unequivocal proof of the Laureate’s acquaintance with
+Drayton. In the powerful poem entitled “Will” occur the lines--
+
+  “Sown in a wrinkle of the _monstrous_ hill,
+  The city sparkles like a grain of salt.”
+
+In a passage of Song IX. of the “Polyolbion,” excerpted by Mr. Bullen,
+Drayton says--
+
+  “The mightie Giant-heape so less and lesser still
+  Appeareth to the eye, untill the _monstrous_ hill
+  At length shewes like a cloud; and further being cast,
+  Is out of kenning quite.”
+
+The identity of epithet might possibly be accidental, but the
+resemblance extends to the entire passage.
+
+A singularly beautiful stanza from Drayton’s “Barons’ Warres,” also in
+Mr. Bullen’s selection, must have been unconsciously present to
+Shelley’s mind when he wrote in “The Witch of Atlas”--
+
+  “While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece
+    Of sandal wood, rare gems, and cinnamon.
+  Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is;
+    Each flame of it is as a precious stone
+  Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this
+    Belongs to each and all who gaze thereon.”
+
+Drayton writes:
+
+  “The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume
+    Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,
+  As every thing did to it selfe assume
+    The Sent from them and made the same their owne
+  So that the painted Flowres within the Roome
+    Were sweet, as if they naturally had growne;
+  The Light gave Colours, which upon them fell,
+  And to the Colours the Perfume gave smell.”
+
+A still stronger proof of the extent to which Shelley had unconsciously
+imbibed the spirit of Drayton is afforded by a comparison of the noble
+speech of Fame in “The tragicall legend of Robert Duke of Normandie”
+(Bullen, pp. 25, 27) with Shelley’s still finer “Hymn of Apollo.” There
+is hardly any instance of direct verbal resemblance; but the metre, the
+strain of sentiment, the oratorical pose, the mental and moral attitude
+of the two poems are so much alike as to justify the assertion that the
+younger owes its form and much of its spirit to the older.
+
+
+The following is the Roxburghe version of the ballad of the Dauphin’s
+present of tennis-balls, mentioned at p. 106:--
+
+  KING HENRY V. HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE,
+  In Revenge for the Affront Offered by the French King;
+  In Sending Him (Instead of the Tribute)
+    A Ton of Tennis-Balls.
+
+  As our King lay musing on his bed,
+    He bethought himself upon a time,
+  Of a tribute that was due from France,
+    Had not been paid for so long a time.
+            Fal, lal, etc.
+
+  He called for his lovely page,
+    His lovely page then called he;
+  Saying, You must go to the King of France,
+    To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.
+
+  O then went away this lovely page,
+    This lovely page then away went he;
+  Low he came to the King of France,
+    And then fell down on his bended knee.
+
+  My master greets you, worthy sir,
+    Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
+  That you will send his tribute home,
+    Or in French land you soon him will see.
+            Fal, lal, etc.
+
+  Your master’s young and of tender years,
+    Not fit to come into my degree,
+  And I will send him three Tennis-Balls
+    That with them he may learn to play.
+
+  O then returned this lovely page,
+    This lovely page then returned he,
+  And when he came to our gracious King,
+    Low he fell down on his bended knee.
+
+                [A line cut off.]
+    What is the news you have brought to me?
+  I have brought such news from the King of France
+    That he and you will ne’er agree.
+
+  He says, You’re young and of tender years,
+    Not fit to come to his degree;
+  And he will send you three Tennis-Balls
+    That with them you may learn to play.
+
+  Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,
+    And Derby Hills that are so free;
+  No marry’d man, or widow’s son,
+    For no widow’s curse shall go with me.
+
+  They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,
+    And Derby Hills that are so free;
+  No marry’d man, nor no widow’s son,
+    Yet there was a jovial bold company.
+
+  O then we march’d into the French land
+    With drums and trumpets so merrily;
+  And then bespoke the King of France,
+    Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.
+
+  The first shot that the Frenchmen gave
+    They kill’d our Englishmen so free,
+  We kill’d ten thousand of the French,
+    And the rest of them they run away.
+
+  And then we marched to Paris gates,
+    With drums and trumpets so merrily,
+  O then bespoke the King of France,
+    The Lord have mercy on my men and me.
+
+  O I will send him his tribute home,
+    Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
+  And the finest flower that is in all France,
+    To the Rose of England I will give free.
+
+
+CHISWICK PRESS:--C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Errors and inconsistencies noted by transcriber:
+
+  “Henry the Fift”  [_this spelling is used consistently_]
+
+  except the “Faery Queen,”  [_spelling unchanged_]
+  next to the Miter and Phænix  [_error for “Phœnix” in original_]
+
+  [Stz. 3 sidenote]
+    ... Dowglas  [_spelled “Dowglass” in main text_]
+  [Stz. 5 and editor’s note]
+    When presently a Parliament is calld
+    [_error for “call’d” in original_]
+  [Stz. 94 sidenote]
+    ... in the 19 following Stanzaes.  [_spelling unchanged_]
+  [Stz. 267 sidenote]
+    the word _Frappe Fort_  [_text unchanged_]
+
+  Page 35, l. 9 [Stz. 87]. “A proclamation was issued...
+    [_open quote missing_]
+  In the powerful poem entitled “Will”  [_“en-/entitled” at line break_]
+  Low he fell down on his bended knee.  [fell dowh]
+
+
+Abbreviated nasals:
+
+The form “ẽ” (e with overline) occurs twice, and õ (o with overline)
+three times:
+
+  Stanza 19 sidenote:
+    Examples of such as haue aduanced thẽselues  [themselues]
+  Stanza 65, note c:
+    An expressiõ of King Harolds death  [expression]
+  Stanza 116, last line:
+    To scourge proud France whẽ now her Cõqueror comes
+    [when ... Conqueror]
+  Stanza 167ff. sidenote:
+    The Marshalling of the English Army cõtaining...  [containing]
+
+
+U and V
+
+In the main poem, v is used initially, u non-initially. Exceptions
+are rare:
+
+    [Stz. 92] levied
+    [Stz. 107] Tuttivile
+    [Stz. 120] divulg’d
+    [Stz. 127] invectiue
+    [Stz. 163] wherevpon
+    [Stz. 164] Averney
+    [Stz. 296] Burnivile
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Battaile of Agincourt, by Michael Drayton
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+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
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+Title: The Battaile of Agincourt
+
+Author: Michael Drayton
+
+Editor: Richard Garnett
+
+Release Date: January 11, 2009 [EBook #27770]
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+Stanzas 64-78 (pages 29-33) have labeled notes instead of the regular
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+are placed at the end of each stanza, instead of at the beginning like
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+[_The portrait of Michael Drayton given here as a frontispiece is from a
+picture, taken at the age of sixty-five (three years before he died), in
+the Cartwright Collection at the Dulwich Gallery. The name of the
+painter is not known, but the picture is signed "An^o 1628."_]
+
+
+[Illustration: Michael Drayton]
+
+
+
+
+  THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT
+  BY MICHAEL DRAYTON:
+  WITH INTRODUCTION AND
+  NOTES BY RICHARD GARNETT
+
+
+  [Illustration: Publisher's Device]
+
+
+  LONDON PRINTED AND ISSUED BY
+  CHARLES WHITTINGHAM & CO AT
+  THE CHISWICK PRESS MDCCCXCIII
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS.
+                                                        PAGE
+
+  Introduction                                           vii
+  Drayton's Dedication                                     3
+  Upon the Battaile of Agincourt, by I. Vaughan            5
+  Sonnet to Michael Drayton, By John Reynolds              7
+  The Vision of Ben Jonson on the Muses of his
+    Friend M. Drayton                                      9
+  The Battaile of Agincourt                               13
+  To my Frinds the Camber-Britans and theyr Harp          93
+  Illustrative Notes                                     101
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+All civilized nations possessing a history which they contemplate with
+pride endeavour to present that history in an epic form. In their
+initial stages of culture the vehicles of expression are ballads like
+the constituents of the Spanish Romanceros and chronicles like
+Joinville's and Froissart's. With literary refinement comes the distinct
+literary purpose, and the poet appears who is also more or less of an
+artist. The number of Spanish and Portuguese national epics, from the
+Lusiad downwards, during the sixteenth and the first half of the
+seventeenth centuries, is astonishing; and it was impossible that
+English authorship, rapidly acquiring a perception of literary form
+under classical and foreign influences, should not be powerfully
+affected by the example of its neighbours.
+
+A remarkable circumstance, nevertheless, while encouraging this epical
+impulse, deprived its most important creations of the external epical
+form. The age of awakened national self-consciousness was also the age
+of drama. The greatest poetical genius of that or any age, and his
+associates, were playwrights first and poets afterwards. The torrent of
+inspiration rushed mainly to the stage. Hence the old experience was
+reversed, and whereas �schylus described himself and his
+fellow-dramatists as subsisting on scraps filched from the great banquet
+of Homer, our English epic poets could but follow humbly in the wake of
+the dramatists, the alchemy of whose genius had already turned the dross
+of ancient chronicles to gold. In the mighty series of Shakespeare's
+historical plays, including in the enumeration Marlowe's "Edward the
+Second" and the anonymous "Edward the Third," England possesses a
+national epic inferior to that of no country in the world, although the
+form be dramatic. In one respect, indeed, this epic is superior to any
+but the Homeric poems, standing one remove less apart from the poetry of
+the people. The impression of primitive force which the Homeric poems
+convey by their venerable language is equally well imparted by
+Shakespeare's spontaneity and his apparent and probably real innocence
+of all purely literary intention.
+
+Epic poets, however gifted, could be but gleaners after such a harvest.
+Yet not every excellent poet, even of that dramatic age, was endowed
+with the dramatic faculty, and two of especial merit, singularly devoid
+of dramatic gift, but inferior to none in love of their country and
+self-consecration to its service, turned their attention to the epic.
+These were Samuel Daniel and Michael Drayton. The latter is our subject,
+but something should also be said of the former. Drayton not unfairly
+hit the blot in his successful rival when he said of him:
+
+  "His rimes were smooth, his meeters well did close,
+  But yet his maner better fitted prose."
+
+This is one way of putting it; from another point of view Daniel may be
+regarded as almost the most remarkable literary phenomenon of his time;
+he is so exceedingly modern. He outran the taste of his own period by a
+hundred years, and without teacher or example displayed the excellences
+which came to be preferred to all others in the eighteenth century.
+"These poems of his," says his editor in that age (1718), "having stood
+the test of above a century, and the language and the versification
+being still pure and elegant, it is to be hoped they will still shine
+among his countrymen and preserve his name." At this time, and for long
+afterwards, Drayton, save for an occasional reprint of his "Nimphidia"
+among miscellaneous collections, was utterly neglected. Even after the
+editions of 1748 and 1753 he is alluded to by Goldsmith as a type of the
+poet whose best title to fame is his tomb in Westminster Abbey.
+
+The nineteenth century has reversed this with other critical verdicts of
+the eighteenth, and, with all due respect to Daniel, Drayton now stands
+higher. Yet, where the two poets come most directly and manifestly into
+competition, Drayton's superiority is not so evident. As a whole,
+Daniel's "Civil War" is a better poem than Drayton's "Barons' Wars." The
+superiority of the latter lies in particular passages, such as the
+description of the guilty happiness of Isabella and Mortimer, quoted in
+Mr. Arthur Bullen's admirable selection. This is to say that Drayton's
+genius was naturally not so much epical as lyrical and descriptive. In
+his own proper business as a narrative poet he fails as compared with
+Daniel, but he enriches history with all the ornaments of poetry; and it
+was his especial good fortune to discover a subject in which the union
+of dry fact with copious poetic illustration was as legitimate to the
+theme as advantageous to the writer. This was, of course, his
+"Polyolbion," where, doing for himself what no other poet ever did, he
+did for his country what was never done for any other. Greece and Rome,
+indeed, have left us versified topographies, but these advance no
+pretension to the poetical character except from the metrical point of
+view, though they may in a sense claim kinship with the Muses as the
+manifest offspring of Mnemosyne. If any modern language possesses a
+similar work, it has failed to inscribe itself on the roll of the
+world's literature. The difficulties of Drayton's unique undertaking
+were in a measure favourable to him. They compelled him to exert his
+fancy to the uttermost. The tremendous difficulty of making topography
+into poetry gave him unwonted energy. He never goes to sleep, as too
+often in the "Barons' Wars." The stiff practical obstacles attendant
+upon the poetical treatment of towns and rivers provoke even the
+dragging Alexandrine into animation; his stream is often all foam and
+eddy. The long sweeping line, of its wont so lumbering and tedious, is
+perfectly in place here. It rushes along like an impetuous torrent,
+bearing with it, indeed, no inconsiderable quantity of wood, hay, and
+stubble, but also precious pearls, and more than the dust of gold. Its
+"swelling and limitless billows" mate well with the amplitude of the
+subject, so varied and spacious that, as has been well said, the
+"Polyolbion" is not a poem to be read through, but to be read in.
+Nothing in our literature, perhaps, except the "Faery Queen," more
+perfectly satisfies Keats's desideratum: "Do not the lovers of poetry
+like to have a little region to wander in, where they may pick and
+choose, and in which the images are so numerous that many are forgotten
+and found new in a second reading: which may be food for a week's stroll
+in the summer? Do they not like this better than what they can read
+through before Mrs. Williams comes down stairs? a�morning work at most?"
+
+The "Polyolbion" was completed by 1619, though the concluding part was
+not published until 1623. "The Battaile of Agincourt," the poem now
+reprinted, appeared with others in 1627. As none of the pieces comprised
+in it had appeared in the collected edition of Drayton's works (the
+"Polyolbion" excepted) which he had published in 1620, it is reasonable
+to conclude that they had been composed between that date and 1627. They
+prove that his powers were by no means abated. "Nimphidia," in
+particular, though lacking the exquisite sweetness of some of his lyric
+pastorals, and the deep emotion of passages in his "Heroicall Epistles,"
+excels all his other productions in airy fancy, and is perhaps the best
+known of any of his poems. Nor does the "Battaile" itself indicate any
+decay in poetical power, though we must agree with Mr. Bullen that it is
+in some parts fatiguing. This wearisomeness proceeds chiefly from
+Drayton's over-faithful adherence, not so much to the actual story, as
+to the method of the chronicler from whom his materials are principally
+drawn. It does not seem to have occurred to him to regard his theme in
+the light of potter's clay. Following his authority with servile
+deference, he makes at the beginning a slip which lowers the dignity of
+his hero, and consequently of his epic. He represents Henry the Fifth's
+expedition against France as originally prompted, not by the restless
+enterprise and fiery valour of the young king, much less by supernatural
+inspiration as the working out of a divine purpose, but by the craft of
+the clergy seeking to divert him from too nice inquiry into the source
+and application of their revenues. Henry, therefore, without, as modern
+investigators think, even sufficient historical authority, but in any
+case without poetical justification, appears at the very beginning of
+the poem that celebrates his exploits in the light of a dupe.
+Shakespeare avoids this awkwardness by boldly altering the date of
+Henry's embassy to France. His play opens, indeed, with the plots of the
+ecclesiastics to tempt the king into war, but it soon appears that the
+embassy claiming certain French dukedoms has been despatched before they
+had opened their lips, and that they are urging him to a course of
+action on which he is resolved already. Spenser or Dryden would have
+escaped from the difficulty in a manner more in accordance with epic
+precedent by representing Henry's action as the effect of a divine
+vision. Edward the Third or the Black Prince would have risen from the
+grave to urge him to renew and complete their interrupted and now almost
+undone work; or the ghosts of chiefs untimely slain would have
+reproached him with their abandoned conquests and neglected graves.
+Drayton has merely taken the story as he found it, without a thought of
+submitting its dross to the alchemy of the re-creative imagination of
+the poet. The same lack of selection is observable in his description of
+the battle itself. He minutely describes a series of episodes, in
+themselves often highly picturesque, but we are no better able to view
+the conflict as a whole than if we ourselves had fought in the ranks. As
+in painting, so in poetry, a�true impression is not to be conveyed by
+microscopic accuracy in minuti�, but by a vigorous grasp of the entire
+subject.
+
+Notwithstanding these defects, which one might have thought would have
+been avoided even by a poet endowed with less of the bright and
+sprightly invention which Drayton manifests in so many of his pieces,
+"The Battaile of Agincourt" is a fine poem, and well deserving the
+honour of reprint. It is above all things patriotic, pervaded throughout
+by a manly and honourable preference for England and all things English,
+yet devoid of bitterness towards the enemy, whose valour is frankly
+acknowledged, and whose overweening pride, the cause of their disasters,
+is never made the object of ill-natured sarcasm. It may almost be said
+that if Drayton had been in some respects a worse man, he might on this
+occasion have been a better poet. He is so sedulously regardful of the
+truth of history, or what he takes to be such, that he neglects the
+poet's prerogative of making history, and rises and falls with his model
+like a moored vessel pitching in a flowing tide. When his historical
+authority inspires, Drayton is inspired accordingly; when it is
+dignified, so is he; with it he soars and sings, with it he also sinks
+and creeps. Happily the subject is usually picturesque, and old
+Holinshed at his worst was no contemptible writer. Drayton's heart too
+was in his work, as he had proved long before by the noble ballad on
+King Harry reprinted in this volume. If he has not shown himself an
+artist in the selection and arrangement of his topics, he deserves the
+name from another point of view by the excellent metrical structure of
+his octaves, and the easy fluency of his narrative. One annoying defect,
+the frequent occurrence of flat single lines not far remote from bathos,
+must be attributed to the low standard of the most refined poetry in an
+age when "the judges and police of literature" had hardly begun either
+to make laws or to enforce them. It is a fault which he shared with most
+others, and of which he has himself given more offensive instances. It
+is still more conspicuous in the most generally acceptable of his poems,
+the "Nimphidia." The pity is not so much the occasional occurrence of
+such lapses in "The Battaile of Agincourt," as the want of those
+delightful touches in the other delightful poems which give more
+pleasure the more evidently they are embellishments rather springing out
+of the author's fancy than naturally prompted by his subject. Such are
+the lines, as inappropriate in the mouth of the speaker as genuine from
+the heart of the writer, near the beginning of Queen Margaret's epistle
+to the Duke of Suffolk ("England's Heroicall Epistles"):
+
+  "The little bird yet to salute the morn
+  Upon the naked branches sets her foot,
+  The leaves then lying on the mossy root,
+  And there a silly chirruping doth keep,
+  As if she fain would sing, yet fain would weep;
+  Praising fair summer that too soon is gone,
+  Or sad for winter too soon coming on."
+
+On a more exact comparison of Drayton with Holinshed we find him
+omitting some circumstances which he might have been expected to have
+retained, and adding others with good judgment and in general with good
+effect, but which by some fatality usually tend in his hands to
+excessive prolixity. This is certainly not the case with his dignified
+and spirited exordium, but in the fourth stanza he begins to copy
+history, and his muse's wing immediately flags. No more striking example
+of the superiority of dramatic to narrative poetry in vividness of
+delineation could be found than the contrast between Shakespeare's scene
+representing the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Ely in
+actual conversation, and Drayton's tame exposition of the outcome of
+their deliberations. In his report of the session of Parliament where
+the French war is discussed he closely follows Holinshed, so closely as
+to omit Shakespeare's masterly embellishment of Henry's solemn appeal to
+the Archbishop to pronounce on the justice of his cause as in the sight
+of God. Drayton must assuredly have perceived how greatly such an appeal
+tended to exalt his hero's character, and what an opening it afforded
+for impressive rhetoric. Nor could the incident have escaped his notice,
+for there is abundant internal evidence of his acquaintance with
+Shakespeare's drama in the closet as well as on the stage. It can only
+be concluded that he did not choose to be indebted to Shakespeare, or
+despaired of rivalling him. His notice of his great contemporary in the
+"Epistle to Reynolds" is surprisingly cold; but the legend, however
+unauthentic, of Shakespeare's death from a fever contracted at a
+merry-making in Drayton's company, seems incompatible with any serious
+estrangement, and Shakespeare's son-in-law was Drayton's physician when
+the latter revisited his native Warwickshire. The same jealousy of
+obligation must have influenced his treatment of the incident of the
+Dauphin's derisive present of tennis balls, which both Shakespeare and
+he have adopted from Holinshed or his authorities, but of which the
+former has made everything and the latter nothing. Nor can the omission
+of the highly dramatic incident of the conspiracy of Scroop and
+Cambridge, found in Holinshed, be otherwise well accounted for. In
+compensation, Drayton introduces two episodes entirely his own, the
+catalogue of Henry's ships, and that of the armorial ensigns of the
+British counties. Ben Jonson may be suspected of a sneer when he
+congratulates Drayton on thus outdoing Homer, as he had previously
+outdone, or at least rivalled, Virgil, Theocritus, Ovid, Orpheus, and
+Lucan. Ben might have said with perfect sincerity that Drayton's
+descriptions are fine pieces of work, showing great command of language,
+and only open to criticism from some want of proportion between them and
+the poem of which they are but subordinate episodes. This censure would
+have been by no means just if the whole piece had been executed on the
+scale of the description of the siege of Harfleur. It is difficult to
+imagine what could have tempted Drayton to spend so much time upon an
+episode treated by Holinshed with comparative brevity. Some of the
+stanzas are exceedingly spirited, but as a whole the description
+certainly fatigues. If the same is to some extent the case with the
+description of the Battle of Agincourt itself, the cause is not so much
+prolixity as the multitude of separate episodes, not always derived from
+the chroniclers, and the consequent want of unity which has been already
+adverted to. The result is probably more true to the actual impression
+of a battle than if Drayton had surveyed the field with the eye of a
+tactician, but here as elsewhere the poet should rather aim at an
+exalted and in some measure idealized representation of the object or
+circumstance described than at a faithful reproduction of minor details.
+Even the Battle of the Frogs and Mice in Homer is an orderly whole;
+while Drayton's battle seems always ending and always beginning anew,
+a�Sisyphian epic. What, however, really kindles and vivifies the unequal
+composition into one glowing mass is the noble spirit of enthusiastic
+patriotism which pervades the poet's mind, and, like sunlight in a
+mountainous tract, illuminates his heights, veils his depressions, and
+steeps the whole in glory.
+
+Of the literary history of "The Battaile of Agincourt" there is little
+to be said. It was first published in 1627, along with "Nimphidia," "The
+Shepheard's Sirena," and others of Drayton's best pieces. It was
+accompanied by three copies of congratulatory verse, reprinted here, the
+most remarkable of which is that proceeding from the pen of Ben Jonson,
+who admits that some had accounted him no friend to Drayton, and whose
+encomiums are to our apprehension largely flavoured with irony. Drayton,
+in his "Epistle to Reynolds," which Jonson must have seen, had compared
+him to Seneca and Plautus,[*] and Jonson seems to burlesque the
+compliment by comparing Drayton himself to every poet whom he had ever
+imitated, until his single person seems an epitome of all Parnassus. The
+poem and its companions had another edition in 1631, since which time it
+has been included in every edition of Drayton's works, but has never
+till now been published by itself. Even here it is graced with a
+satellite, the splendid Ballad of Agincourt ("To my Frinds the
+Camber-Britans and theyr Harp"), originally published in "Poemes lyric
+and pastoral," probably about 1605. This stirring strain, always
+admired, has attracted additional notice in the present day as the
+metrical prototype of Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade," which,
+in our estimation, fails to rival its model. The lapses of both poets
+may well be excused on the ground of the difficulty of the metre, but
+Drayton has the additional apology of the "brave neglect" which so
+correct a writer as Pope accounted a virtue in Homer, but which Tennyson
+never had the nerve to permit himself.
+
+    [Footnote: Pope's celebrated verse,--
+      "Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,"--
+    is "conveyed" from this passage of Drayton.]
+
+Comparisons between modern and ancient poets must necessarily be very
+imperfect; yet our Drayton might not inaptly be termed the English
+Theocritus. If not so distinctly superior to every other English
+pastoral poet as Theocritus was to every other Greek, he yet stands in
+the front rank. He is utterly free from affectation, the great vice of
+pastoral poetry; his love of the country is sincere; his perception of
+natural phenomena exquisite; his shepherds and shepherdesses real swains
+and lasses; he has happily varied the conventional form of the pastoral
+by a felicitous lyrical treatment. Paradoxical as it may appear, Drayton
+was partly enabled to approach Theocritus so nearly by knowing him so
+imperfectly. Had he been acquainted with him otherwise than through
+Virgil, he would probably have been unable to refrain from direct
+imitation; but as matters stand, instead of a poet striving to write as
+Theocritus wrote in Greek, we have one actually writing as Theocritus
+would have written in English. But the most remarkable point of contact
+between Drayton and Theocritus is that both are epical as well as
+pastoral poets. Two of the Idylls of Theocritus are believed to be
+fragments of an epic on the exploits of Hercules; and in the enumeration
+of his lost works, amid others of the same description, mention is made
+of the "Heroines," a curious counterpart of Drayton's "Heroicall
+Epistles." Had these works survived, we might not improbably have found
+Drayton surpassing his prototype in epic as much as he falls below him
+in pastoral; for the more exquisite art of the Sicilian could hardly
+have made amends for the lack of that national pride and enthusiastic
+patriotism which had died out of his age, but which ennobled the
+strength and upbore the weakness of the author of "The Battaile of
+Agincourt."
+
+    RICHARD GARNETT.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration:
+
+  EFFIGIES MICHAELIS DRAYTON ARMIGERI, POET� CLARISS.
+  �TAT. SV� L.�A. CHR. [M].DC.XIII
+
+    _Lux Hareshulla tibi Warwici villa, tenebris,
+        Ante tuas Cunas, obsita Prima fuit.
+    Arma, Viros, Veneres, Patriam modulamine dixti:
+        Te Patri� resonant Arma, Viri, Veneres._]
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  BATTAILE
+  OF
+  AGINCOVRT.
+
+  FOVGHT BY HENRY THE
+    fift of that name, King of _England_,
+    against the whole power of the _French_:
+    vnder the Raigne of their CHARLES
+    the sixt, _Anno Dom._ 1415.
+
+  The Miseries of Queene MARGARITE,
+    the infortunate VVife, of that most
+    infortunate King Henry the sixt.
+
+  NIMPHIDIA, the Court of _Fayrie_.
+
+  The Quest of CINTHIA.
+
+  The Shepheards SIRENA.
+
+  The _Moone-Calfe_.
+
+  Elegies vpon sundry occasions.
+
+
+  _By MICHAELL DRAYTON
+  Esquire_.
+
+
+  _LONDON_,
+
+  Printed for WILLIAM LEE, at the Turkes Head
+  in Fleete-Streete, next to the Miter and Ph�nix.
+  1627.
+
+
+[_The preceding page is a reduced reproduction of the title-page of the
+first edition, which contains, as will be seen, several poems besides
+"The Battaile of Agincourt" which are not included in the present
+reprint._]
+
+
+
+
+_To you those Noblest of Gentlemen, of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great
+Britaine: who in these declining times, haue yet in your braue bosomes
+the sparkes of that sprightly fire, of your couragious Ancestors; and to
+this houre retaine the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse, who
+out of the vertue of your mindes, loue and cherish neglected Poesie, the
+delight of Blessed soules, and the language of Angels. To you are these
+my Poems dedicated,_
+
+_By your truly affectioned Seruant,_
+
+  MICHAELL DRAYTON.
+
+
+
+
+  VPON
+  THE BATTAILE
+  OF AGINCOVRT, WRITTEN
+  BY HIS DEARE FRIEND
+  MICHAEL DRAYTON
+  ESQVIRE.
+
+
+  Had Henryes name beene onely met in Prose,
+  Recorded by the humble wit of those,
+  Who write of lesse then Kings: who victory,
+  As calmely mention, as a Pedigree,
+  The French, alike with vs, might view his name
+  His actions too, and not confesse a shame:
+  Nay, grow at length, so boldly troublesome,
+  As, to dispute if they were ouercome.
+  But thou hast wakte their feares: thy fiercer hand
+  Hath made their shame as lasting, as their land.
+  By thee againe they are compeld to knowe
+  How much of Fate is in an English foe.
+  They bleede afresh by thee, and thinke the harme
+  Such; they could rather wish, t'were Henryes arme:
+  Who thankes thy painfull quill; and holds it more
+  To be thy Subiect now, then King before.
+  By thee he conquers yet; when eu'ry word
+  Yeelds him a fuller honour, then his sword.
+  Strengthens his action against time: by thee,
+  Hee victory, and France, doth hold in fee.
+  So well obseru'd he is, that eu'ry thing
+  Speakes him not onely English, but a King.
+  And France, in this, may boast her fortunate
+  That shee was worthy of so braue a hate.
+  Her suffring is her gayne. How well we see
+  The Battaile labour'd worthy him, and thee,
+  Where, wee may Death discouer with delight,
+  And entertaine a pleasure from a fight.
+  Where wee may see how well it doth become
+  The brau'ry of a Prince to ouercome.
+  What Power is a Poet: that can add
+  A life to Kings, more glorious, then they had.
+    For what of Henry, is vnsung by thee,
+    Henry doth want of his Eternity.
+
+    I. VAVGHAN.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. MICHAELL DRAYTON VPON THESE HIS POEMS.
+
+
+  SONNET.
+
+  What lofty Trophyes of eternall Fame,
+    England may vaunt thou do'st erect to her,
+  Yet forced to confesse, (yea blush for shame,)
+    That she no Honour doth on thee confer.
+  How it would become her, would she learne to knowe
+    Once to requite thy Heauen-borne Art and Zeale,
+  Or at the least her selfe but thankfull showe
+    Her ancient Glories that do'st still reueale:
+  Sing thou of Loue, thy straines (like powerfull Charmes)
+    Enrage the bosome with an amorous fire,
+  And when againe thou lik'st to sing of Armes
+    The Coward thou with Courage do'st inspire:
+  But when thou com'st to touch our Sinfull Times,
+  Then Heauen far more then Earth speakes in thy Rimes.
+
+    IOHN REYNOLDS.
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION OF BEN. IONSON, ON THE MVSES OF HIS FRIEND M. DRAYTON.
+
+
+  It hath beene question'd, Michael, if I bee
+  A Friend at all; or, if at all, to thee:
+  Because, who make the question, haue not seene
+  Those ambling visits, passe in verse, betweene
+  Thy Muse, and mine, as they expect. 'Tis true:
+  You haue not writ to me, nor I to you;
+  And, though I now begin, 'tis not to rub
+  Hanch against Hanch, or raise a riming Club
+  About the towne: this reck'ning I will pay,
+  Without conferring symboles. This 's my day.
+    It was no Dreame! I was awake, and saw!
+  Lend me thy voyce, O Fame, that I may draw
+  Wonder to truth! and haue my Vision hoorld,
+  Hot from thy trumpet, round, about the world.
+    I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise,
+  That all Earth look'd on; and that earth, all Eyes!
+  It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun
+  Is fayre got vp, and day some houres begun!
+  And fill'd an Orbe as circular, as heauen!
+  The Orbe was cut forth into Regions seauen.
+  And those so sweet, and well proportion'd parts,
+  As it had beene the circle of the Arts!
+  When, by thy bright Ideas standing by,
+  I found it pure, and perfect Poesy,
+  There read I, streight, thy learned Legends three,
+  Heard the soft ayres, between our Swaynes & thee,
+  Which made me thinke, the old Theocritus,
+  Or Rurall Virgil come, to pipe to vs!
+  But then, thy'epistolar Heroick Songs,
+  Their loues, their quarrels, iealousies, and wrongs
+  Did all so strike me, as I cry'd, who can
+  With vs be call'd, the Naso, but this man?
+  And looking vp, I saw Mineruas fowle,
+  Pearch'd ouer head, the wise Athenian Owle:
+  I thought thee then our Orpheus, that wouldst try
+  Like him, to make the ayre, one volary:
+  And I had stil'd thee, Orpheus, but before
+  My lippes could forme the voyce, I heard that Rore,
+  And Rouze, the Marching of a mighty force,
+  Drums against Drums, the neighing of the Horse,
+  The Fights, the Cryes, and wondring at the Iarres
+  I saw, and read, it was thy Barons Warres!
+  O, how in those, dost thou instruct these times,
+  That Rebells actions, are but valiant crimes!
+  And caried, though with shoute, and noyse, confesse
+  A wild, and an authoriz'd wickednesse!
+  Sayst thou so, Lucan? But thou scornst to stay
+  Vnder one title. Thou hast made thy way
+  And flight about the Ile, well neare, by this,
+  In thy admired Peri�gesis,
+  Or vniuersall circumduction
+  Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon.
+  That reade it? that are rauish'd! such was I
+  With euery song, I sweare, and so would dye:
+  But that I heare, againe, thy Drum to beate
+  A better cause, and strike the brauest heate
+  That euer yet did fire the English blood!
+  Our right in France! if ritely vnderstood.
+  There, thou art Homer! Pray thee vse the stile
+  Thou hast deseru'd: And let me reade the while
+  Thy Catalogue of Ships, exceeding his,
+  Thy list of aydes, and force, for so it is:
+  The Poets act! and for his Country's sake
+  Braue are the Musters, that the Muse will make.
+  And when he ships them where to vse their Armes,
+  How do his trumpets breath! What loud alarmes!
+  Looke, how we read the Spartans were inflam'd
+  With bold Tyrt�us verse, when thou art nam'd,
+  So shall our English Youth vrge on, and cry
+  An Agincourt, an Agincourt, or dye.
+  This booke! it is a Catechisme to fight,
+  And will be bought of euery Lord, and Knight,
+  That can but reade; who cannot, may in prose
+  Get broken peeces, and fight well by those.
+  The miseries of Margaret the Queene
+  Of tender eyes will more be wept, then seene:
+  I feele it by mine owne, that ouer flow,
+  And stop my sight, in euery line I goe.
+  But then refreshed, with thy Fayerie Court,
+  I looke on Cynthia, and Sirenas sport,
+  As, on two flowry Carpets, that did rise,
+  And with their grassie greene restor'd mine eyes.
+  Yet giue mee leaue, to wonder at the birth
+  Of thy strange Moon-Calfe, both thy straine of mirth,
+  And Gossip-got acquaintance, as, to vs
+  Thou hadst brought Lapland, or old Cobalus,
+  Empusa, Lamia, or some Monster, more
+  Then Affricke knew, or the full Grecian shore!
+  I gratulate it to thee, and thy Ends,
+  To all thy vertuous, and well chosen Friends,
+  Onely my losse is, that I am not there:
+  And, till I worthy am to wish I were,
+  I call the world, that enuies mee, to see
+  If I can be a Friend, and Friend to thee.
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT.
+
+
+[Stanza 1: _The law Salique was, that women should not inherite; which
+law, Edward the third, by his right to the Crowne by his mother,
+cancelled with his sword: for so much as at that time made way to his
+clayme, though in France that law bee inuiolable._]
+
+  Ceas'd was the Thunder, of those Drummes which wak'd
+  Th'affrighted French their miseries to view,
+  At Edwards name, which to that houre still quak'd,
+  Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw,
+  Yet were the English courages not slak'd,
+  But the same Bowes, and the same Blades they drew,
+    With the same Armes, those weapons to aduance,
+    Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France.
+
+[Stanza 2: _Henry the 4. so named of a Town in Lincolne Shiere, where he
+was borne._]
+
+  Henry the fift, that man made out of fire,
+  Th'Imperiall Wreath plac'd on his Princely browe;
+  His Lyons courage stands not to enquire
+  Which way olde Henry came by it; or howe
+  At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire:
+  What's that to him? He hath the Garland now;
+    Let Bullingbrook beware how he it wan,
+    For Munmouth meanes to keepe it, if he can.
+
+[Stanza 3: _Henry the fift borne at Munmouth in Wales. Dowglas in that
+battaile slew three in the Kings coat Armour._]
+
+  That glorious day, which his great Father got,
+  Vpon the Percyes; calling to their ayde
+  The valiant Dowglass, that Herculian Scot,
+  When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde,
+  Had quite dishartned eu'ry other plot,
+  And all those Tempests quietly had layde,
+    That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare,
+    No former King had seene a skye so cleere.
+
+[Stanza 4: _Wickliffe a learned Diuine, and the greatest Protestant of
+those times._]
+
+  Yet the rich Clergy felt a fearefull Rent,
+  In the full Bosome of their Church (whilst she
+  A Monarchesse, immeasurably spent,
+  Lesse then she was, and thought she might not be:)
+  By Wickclif and his followers; to preuent
+  The growth of whose opinions, and to free
+    That foule Aspersion, which on her they layde,
+    She her strongst witts must stirre vp to her ayde.
+
+[Stanza 5: _A Parliament at Leicester._]
+
+  When presently a Parliament is calld
+  To sett things steddy, that stood not so right,
+  But that thereby the poore might be inthral'd,
+  Should they be vrged by those that were of might,
+  That in his Empire, equitie enstauld,
+  It should continue in that perfect plight;
+    Wherefore to Lester, he th'Assembly drawes,
+    There to Inact those necessary Lawes.
+
+[Stanza 6]
+
+  In which one Bill (mongst many) there was red,
+  Against the generall, and superfluous waste
+  Of temporall Lands, (the Laity that had fed)
+  Vpon the Houses of Religion caste,
+  Which for defence might stand the Realme in sted,
+  Where it most needed were it rightly plac't;
+    Which made those Church-men generally to feare,
+    For all this calme, some tempest might be neare.
+
+[Stanza 7]
+
+  And being right skilfull, quickly they forsawe,
+  No shallow braines this bus'nesse went about:
+  Therefore with cunning they must cure this flawe;
+  For of the King they greatly stood in doubt,
+  Lest him to them, their opposites should drawe,
+  Some thing must be thrust in, to thrust that out:
+    And to this end they wisely must prouide
+    One, this great Engine, Clearkly that could guide.
+
+[Stanza 8: _Henry Chichley succeeding Arundell (late deceased) in that
+See._]
+
+  Chichley, that sate on Canterburies See,
+  A man well spoken, grauely stout, and wise,
+  The most select, (then thought of that could be,)
+  To act what all the Prelacie diuise;
+  (For well they knew, that in this bus'nesse, he
+  Would to the vtmost straine his faculties;)
+    Him lift they vp, with their maine strength, to proue
+    By some cleane slight this Lybell to remoue.
+
+[Stanza 9: _So they termed it as not worthy of a better tytle._]
+
+  His braine in labour, gladly foorth would bring
+  Somewhat, that at this needfull time might fit,
+  The sprightly humor of this youthfull King,
+  If his inuention could but light of it;
+  His working soule proiecteth many a thing,
+  Vntill at length out of the strength of wit,
+    He found a warre with France, must be the way
+    To dash this Bill, else threatning their decay.
+
+[Stanza 10]
+
+  Whilst vacant mindes sate in their breasts at ease,
+  And the remembrance of their Conquests past,
+  Vpon their fansies doth so strongly sease,
+  As in their teeth, their Cowardise it cast
+  Rehearsing to them those victorious daies,
+  The deeds of which, beyond their names should last,
+    That after ages, reading what was theirs,
+    Shall hardly thinke, those men had any Heires.
+
+[Stanza 11]
+
+  And to this point, premeditating well,
+  A speech, (which chanc'd, the very pinne to cleaue)
+  Aym'd, whatsoeuer the successe befell
+  That it no roomth should for a second leaue,
+  More of this Title then in hand to tell,
+  If so his skill him did not much deceaue,
+    And gainst the King in publike should appeare;
+    Thus frames his speech to the Assembly there.
+
+[Stanza 12: _The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration, to the King &
+Parliament at Lecester, in the Eleuen following Stanzas._]
+
+  Pardon my boldnesse, my Liedge Soueraine Lord,
+  Nor your Dread presence let my speech offend,
+  Your milde attention, fauourably affoord,
+  Which, such cleere vigour to my spirit shall lend,
+  That it shall set an edge vpon your Sword,
+  To my demand, and make you to attend,
+    Asking you, why, men train'd to Armes you keepe,
+    Your right in France yet suffering still to sleepe.
+
+[Stanza 13]
+
+  Can such a Prince be in an Iland pent,
+  And poorely thus shutt vp within a Sea.
+  When as your right includes that large extent,
+  To th'either Alpes your Empire forth to lay,
+  Can he be English borne, and is not bent
+  To follow you, appoint you but the way,
+    Weele wade if we want ships, the waues or climme,
+    In one hand hold our swords, with th'other swim.
+
+[Stanza 14: _The Crowne of France descended vpon Edward the third, from
+Isabell his Mother, Daughter and suruiuing heyre, to King Philippe of
+France named the fayre._]
+
+  What time controules, your braue great Grandsires claim,
+  To th'Realme of France, from Philip nam'd the faire,
+  Which to King Edward by his mother came,
+  Queene Isabel; that Philips onely heire,
+  Which this short intermission doth not maime,
+  But if it did, as he, so yours repaire;
+    That where his Right in bloud preuailed not,
+    In spight of hell, yet by his Sword he got.
+
+[Stanza 15]
+
+  What set that Conqueror, by their Salique Lawes,
+  Those poore decrees their Parliaments could make,
+  He entred on the iustnesse of his Cause,
+  To make good, what he dar'd to vndertake,
+  And once in Action, he stood not to pause,
+  But in vpon them like a Tempest brake,
+    And downe their buildings with such fury bare,
+    That they from mists dissolued were to ayre.
+
+[Stanza 16]
+
+  As those braue Edwards, Father, and the Sonne,
+  At Conquer'd Cressy, with successefull lucke,
+  Where first all France (as at one game) they wonne,
+  Neuer two Warriours, such a Battaile strucke,
+  That when the bloudy dismall fight was done,
+  Here in one heape, there in another Rucke
+    Princes and Peasants lay together mixt,
+    The English Swords, no difference knew betwixt.
+
+[Stanza 17: _Iames, Daulphine of Viennoies. The Dukes of Lorraine, and
+Burbon. The Earles of Aumerle, Sauoye, Mountbilliard, Flaunders, Neuers
+& Harecourt._]
+
+  There Lewes King of Beame was ouerthrowne
+  With valient Charles, of France the younger Brother,
+  A Daulphine, and two Dukes, in pieces hewen;
+  To them six Earles lay slaine by one another;
+  There the grand Prior of France, fetcht his last groane,
+  Two Archbishops the boystrous Croud doth smother,
+    There fifteene thousand of their Gentrie dy'de
+    With each two Souldiers, slaughtered by his side.
+
+[Stanza 18: _King Iohn of France and Philip his Son taken by the Black
+Prince at the Battaile of Poyteers, brought Prisoners to England._]
+
+[_Iohn of Cleumount._]
+
+[_Peter of Burbon._]
+
+  Nor the Blacke Prince, at Poyteers battaile fought;
+  Short of his Father, and himselfe before,
+  Her King and Prince, that prisoners hither brought
+  From forty thousand weltring in their gore,
+  That in the Worlds opinion it was thought,
+  France from that instant could subsist no more,
+    The Marshall, and the Constable, there slaine
+    Vnder the Standard, in that Battaile ta'ne.
+
+[Stanza 19: _Examples of such as haue aduanced theselues to the Crowne
+of France against the strict letter of the lawe Salique, in the two
+following Stanzas._]
+
+  Nor is this clayme for women to succeede,
+  (Gainst which they would your right to France debarre)
+  A thing so new, that it so much should neede
+  Such opposition, as though fetcht from farre,
+  By Pepin this is prou'd, as by a deede,
+  Deposing Cheldrick, by a fatall warre,
+    By Blythild dar'd his title to aduance,
+    Daughter to Clothar, first so nam'd of France.
+
+[Stanza 20]
+
+  Hugh Capet, who from Charles of Lorayne tooke
+  The Crowne of France, that he in peace might raigne,
+  As heire to Lingard to her title stooke,
+  Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine,
+  So holy Lewes poring on his booke,
+  Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe,
+    From Ermingard his Grandame, claim'd the Crowne,
+    Duke Charles his daughter, wrongfully put downe.
+
+[Stanza 21]
+
+  Nor thinke my Leege a fitter time then this,
+  You could haue found your Title to aduance,
+  At the full height when now the faction is,
+  T'wixt Burgoyne, and the house of Orleance,
+  Your purpose you not possibly can misse,
+  It for my Lord so luckily doth chance,
+    That whilst these two in opposition stand,
+    You may haue time, your Army there to land.
+
+[Stanza 22]
+
+  And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse,
+  My visuall sence, me thinkes in euery eye
+  I see such cheere, as of our good successe
+  In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;
+  Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse
+  Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply
+    My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,
+    Who humbly here submit to your assent.
+
+[Stanza 23]
+
+  This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou'd,
+  Then e'r our Fathers got, which rais'd vs hier,
+  The Clergies feare that quietly remou'd,
+  And into France transferd our Hostile fier,
+  It made the English through the world belou'd,
+  That durst to those so mighty things aspire,
+    And gaue so cleere a luster to our fame,
+    That neighbouring Nations trembled at our name.
+
+[Stanza 24]
+
+  When through the house, this rumor scarcely ran,
+  That warre with France propounded was againe,
+  In all th'Assembly there was not a man,
+  But put the proiect on with might and maine,
+  So great applause it generally wan,
+  That else no bus'nesse they would entertaine,
+    As though their honour vtterly were lost,
+    If this designe should any way be crost.
+
+[Stanza 25]
+
+  So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set
+  That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,
+  What might fall out this enterprize to let,
+  As what againe might giue it wings of hast,
+  And for they knew, the French did still abet
+  The Scot against vs, (which we vsde to tast)
+    It question'd was if it were fit or no,
+    To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.
+
+[Stanza 26: _Ralph Neuill then Warden of the Marches betwixt England and
+Scotland._]
+
+[_An old adage, He that will France winne: must with Scotland first
+beginne._]
+
+  Which Ralph then Earle of Westmorland propos'd,
+  Quoth he, with Scotland let vs first begin,
+  By which we are vpon the North inclos'd,
+  And lockt with vs, one Continent within,
+  Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos'd,
+  And with more ease, yee spatious France may winne,
+    Else of our selues, ere we our Ships can cleere,
+    To land in France; they will inuade vs here.
+
+[Stanza 27: _The Duke of Excester the Kings own vnckle._]
+
+  Not so braue Neuill, Excester replies,
+  For that of one two labours were to make,
+  For Scotland wholly vpon France relies;
+  First, Conquer France, and Scotland yee may take,
+  Tis the French pay, the Scot to them that tyes,
+  That stopt, asunder quickly yee shall shake
+    The French and Scots; to France then first say I,
+    First, first, to France, then all the Commons cry.
+
+[Stanza 28: _The first breach with France._]
+
+  And instantly an Embassy is sent,
+  To Charles of France, to will him to restore
+  Those Territories, of whose large extent,
+  The English Kings were owners of before;
+  Which if he did not, and incontinent,
+  The King would set those English on his Shore,
+    That in despight of him, and all his might,
+    Should leaue their liues there, or redeeme his right.
+
+[Stanza 29: _The Countries demanded by the King of England._]
+
+  First Normandy, in his demand he makes,
+  With Aquitane, a Dutchy no lesse great,
+  Aniou, and Mayne, with Gascoyne which he takes
+  Cleerely his owne, as any English seat;
+  With these proud France, he first of all awakes,
+  For their deliuery, giuing power to treat;
+    For well he knew, if Charles should these restore,
+    No King of France was euer left so poore.
+
+[Stanza 30: _The King and Daulphine of France, deriding the King of
+England._]
+
+  The King, and Daulphin, to his proud demand,
+  That he might see they no such matter ment,
+  As a thing fitter for his youthfull hand;
+  A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent,
+  Better himselfe to make him vnderstand,
+  Deriding his ridiculous intent:
+    And that was all the answere he could get,
+    Which more, the King doth to this Conquest whet.
+
+[Stanza 31: _Henry the fift answered for the Tennis Balls._]
+
+[_The language of Tennis._]
+
+  That answering the Ambassadour, quoth he,
+  Thanks for my Balls, to Charles your Soueraigne giue,
+  And thus assure him, and his sonne from me,
+  I'le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue,
+  That they such Racket shall in Paris see,
+  When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,
+    As that before the Set be fully done,
+    France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.
+
+[Stanza 32]
+
+  So little doth luxurious France fore-see
+  By her disdaine, what shee vpon her drew:
+  In her most brauery seeming then to be,
+  The punishment that shortly should ensue,
+  Which so incenst the English King, that he
+  For full reuenge into that fury grew:
+    That those three horrors, Famine, Sword, and Fire,
+    Could not suffice to satisfie his ire.
+
+[Stanza 33]
+
+  In all mens mouthes now was no word but warre,
+  As though no thing had any other name;
+  And folke would aske of them ariu'd from farre,
+  What forces were preparing whence they came?
+  'Gainst any bus'nesse 'twas a lawfull barre
+  To say for France they were; and 'twas a shame
+    For any man to take in hand to doe
+    Ought, but some thing that did belong thereto.
+
+[Stanza 34: _Blades accounted of the best temper._]
+
+  Olde Armours are drest vp, and new are made;
+  Iacks are in working, and strong shirts of Male,
+  He scowers an olde Fox, he a Bilbowe blade,
+  Now Shields and Targets onely are for sale;
+  Who works for warre, now thriueth by his Trade,
+  The browne Bill, and the Battell-Axe preuaile:
+    The curious Fletcher fits his well-strung Bowe,
+    And his barb'd Arrow which he sets to showe.
+
+[Stanza 35]
+
+  Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,
+  (E'r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)
+  Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,
+  With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,
+  Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht
+  To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:
+    His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,
+    And bids them worke that will, to France hee'll goe.
+
+[Stanza 36: _Armed at all points._]
+
+[_Armings for the thigh and legge._]
+
+[_Armings for the arme and shoulder._]
+
+  Rich Saddles for the Light-horse and the Bard
+  For to be brau'st there's not a man but plyes,
+  Plumes, Bandroules, and Caparizons prepar'd;
+  Whether of two, and men at Armes diuise
+  The Greaues, or Guyses were the surer guard,
+  The Vambrasse, or the Pouldron, they should prize;
+    And where a stand of Pykes plac't close, or large,
+    Which way to take aduantage in the Charge.
+
+[Stanza 37]
+
+  One traynes his Horse, another trayles his Pyke,
+  He with his Pole-Axe, practiseth the fight,
+  The Bowe-man (which no Country hath the like)
+  With his sheafe Arrow, proueth by his might,
+  How many score off, he his Foe can strike,
+  Yet not to draw aboue his bosomes hight:
+    The Trumpets sound the Charge and the Retreat,
+    The bellowing Drumme, the Martch againe doth beat.
+
+[Stanza 38: _Great Ordnance then but newly in vse._]
+
+  Cannons vpon their Caridge mounted are,
+  Whose Battery France must feele vpon her Walls,
+  The Engineer prouiding the Petar,
+  To breake the strong Percullice, and the Balls,
+  Of Wild-fire deuis'd to throw from farre,
+  To burne to ground their Pallaces and Halls:
+    Some studying are, the scale which they had got,
+    Thereby to take the Leuell of their Shot.
+
+[Stanza 39]
+
+  The man in yeares preacht to his youthfull sonne
+  Prest to this Warre, as they sate by the fire,
+  What deedes in France were by his Father done,
+  To this attempt to worke him to aspire,
+  And told him, there how he an Ensigne wonne,
+  Which many a yeare was hung vp in the Quire:
+    And in the Battell, where he made his way,
+    How many French men he struck downe that day.
+
+[Stanza 40]
+
+  The good old man, with teares of ioy would tell,
+  In Cressy field what prizes Edward play'd,
+  As what at Poycteers the Black Prince befell,
+  How like a Lyon, he about him layd:
+  In deedes of Armes how Awdley did excell,
+  For their olde sinnes, how they the French men payd:
+    How brauely Basset did behaue him there:
+    How Oxford charg'd the Van, Warwick the Reare.
+
+[Stanza 41]
+
+  And Boy, quoth he, I haue heard thy Grandsire say,
+  That once he did an English Archer see,
+  Who shooting at a French twelue score away,
+  Quite through the body, stuck him to a Tree;
+  Vpon their strengths a King his Crowne might lay:
+  Such were the men of that braue age, quoth he,
+    When with his Axe he at his Foe let driue,
+    Murriain and scalpe downe to the teeth did riue.
+
+[Stanza 42]
+
+  The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his Mule,
+  With neighing Steeds the Streetes so pestred are;
+  For where he wont in Westminster to rule,
+  On his Tribunal sate the man of Warre,
+  The Lawyer to his Chamber doth recule,
+  For be hath now no bus'nesse at the Barre:
+    But to make Wills and Testaments for those
+    That were for France, their substance to dispose.
+
+[Stanza 43]
+
+  By this, the Counsell of this Warre had met,
+  And had at large of eu'ry thing discust;
+  And the graue Clergie had with them beene set:
+  To warrant what they vndertook was iust,
+  And as for monies that to be no let,
+  They bad the King for that to them to trust:
+    The Church to pawne, would see her Challice layde,
+    E'r shee would leaue one Pyoner vnpayde.
+
+[Stanza 44: _Halfe the circuit of the Island, from the Spanish to the
+German Ocean._]
+
+[_Edward the third._]
+
+  From Milford Hauen, to the mouth of Tweed,
+  Ships of all burthen to Southampton brought,
+  For there the King the Rendeuous decreed
+  To beare aboard his most victorious fraught:
+  The place from whence he with the greatest speed
+  Might land in France, (of any that was thought)
+    And with successe vpon that lucky shore,
+    Where his great Grandsire landed had before.
+
+[Stanza 45]
+
+  But, for he found those vessels were to fewe,
+  That into France his Army should conuay:
+  He sent to Belgia, whose great store he knewe,
+  Might now at neede supply him euery way.
+  His bounty ample, as the windes that blewe,
+  Such Barkes for Portage out of eu'ry bay
+    In Holland, Zealand, and in Flanders, brings;
+    As spred the wide sleeue with their canuase wings.
+
+[Stanza 46: _The Sea betwixt France and England so called._]
+
+[_A Catalogue of the Ships in 12 Stanzas._]
+
+  But first seauen Ships from Rochester are sent,
+  The narrow Seas, of all the French to sweepe:
+  All men of Warre with scripts of Mart that went,
+  And had command, the Coast of France to keepe:
+  The comming of a Nauie to preuent,
+  And view what strength, was in the Bay of Deepe:
+    And if they found it like to come abroad,
+    To doe their best to fire it in the Road.
+
+[Stanza 47: _The names of the Kings 7 Ships of War._]
+
+[_An Indian Bird so great, that she is able to carry an Elephant._]
+
+  The Bonauenture, George, and the Expence,
+  Three as tall Ships, as e'r did Cable tewe,
+  The Henry Royall, at her parting thence,
+  Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that flewe:
+  The Antilop, the Elephant, Defence,
+  Bottoms as good as euer spread a clue:
+    All hauing charge, their voyage hauing bin,
+    Before Southampton to take Souldiers in.
+
+[Stanza 48]
+
+  Twelue Merchants Ships, of mighty burthen all,
+  New off the Stocks, that had beene rig'd for Stoad,
+  Riding in Thames by Lymehouse and Blackwall
+  That ready were their Merchandize to load,
+  Straitly commanded by the Admirall,
+  At the same Port to settle their aboad:
+    And each of these a Pinnis at command,
+    To put her fraught conueniently to land.
+
+[Stanza 49]
+
+  Eight goodly Ships, so Bristow ready made,
+  Which to the King they bountifully lent,
+  With Spanish Wines which they for Ballast lade,
+  In happy speed of his braue Voyage ment,
+  Hoping his Conquest should enlarge their Trade,
+  And there-withall a rich and spacious Tent:
+    And as, this Fleet the Seuerne Seas doth stem,
+    Fiue more from Padstowe came along with them.
+
+[Stanza 50]
+
+  The Hare of Loo, a right good Ship well knowne,
+  The yeare before that twice the Strayts had past,
+  Two wealthy Spanish Merchants did her owne,
+  Who then but lately had repair'd her wast;
+  For from her Deck a Pyrate she had blowne,
+  After a long Fight, and him tooke at last:
+    And from Mounts Bay sixe more, that still in sight,
+    Wayted with her before the Ile of Wight.
+
+[Stanza 51: _The Bay of Portugall one of the highest working Seas that
+is known._]
+
+  From Plymmouth next came in the Blazing Starre,
+  And fiery Dragon to take in their fraught;
+  With other foure, especiall men of Warre,
+  That in the Bay of Portugall had fought;
+  And though returning from a Voyage farre,
+  Stem'd that rough Sea, when at the high'st it wrought:
+    With these, of Dertmouth seau'n good Ships there were,
+    The golden Cressant in their tops that beare.
+
+[Stanza 52]
+
+  So Lyme, three Ships into the Nauy sent,
+  Of which the Sampson scarse a mon'th before,
+  Had sprung a Planke, and her mayne Mast had spent,
+  With extreame perill that she got to shore;
+  With them fiue other out of Waymouth went,
+  Which by Southampton, were made vp a score:
+    With those that rode (at pleasure) in the Bay,
+    And that at Anchor before Portsmouth lay.
+
+[Stanza 53: _A Country lying upon the east Sea bordring upon Poland._]
+
+[_Famous for Herring fishing._]
+
+  Next these, Newcastle furnisheth the Fleet
+  With nine good Hoyes of necessary vse;
+  The Danish Pyrats, valiantly that beet,
+  Offring to Sack them as they sayl'd for Sluce:
+  Six Hulks from Hull at Humbers mouth them meet,
+  Which had them oft accompanied to Pruce.
+    Fiue more from Yarmouth falling them among,
+    That had for Fishing beene prepared long.
+
+[Stanza 54]
+
+  The Cowe of Harwich, neuer put to flight,
+  For Hides, and Furres, late to Muscouia bound,
+  Of the same Port, another nam'd the Spight,
+  That in her comming lately through the Sound,
+  After a two-dayes-still-continued fight,
+  Had made three Flemings runne themselues a ground;
+    With three neat Flee-boats which with them doe take,
+    Six Ships of Sandwich vp the Fleet to make.
+
+[Stanza 55: _Aydes to the King by the Nobility._]
+
+  Nine Ships for the Nobility there went,
+  Of able men, the enterprize to ayde,
+  Which to the King most liberally they lent,
+  At their owne charge, and bountifully payde,
+  Northumberland, and Westmerland in sent
+  Fourescore at Armes a peece, themselues and layde
+    At six score Archers each, as Suffolke showes,
+    Twenty tall men at Armes, with forty Bowes.
+
+[Stanza 56]
+
+  Warwick and Stafford leauied at no lesse
+  Then noble Suffolke, nor doe offer more
+  Of men at Armes, and Archers which they presse,
+  Of their owne Tenants, Arm'd with their owne store:
+  Their forwardnesse fore-showes their good successe
+  In such a Warre, as had not beene before:
+    And other Barrons vnder Earles that were,
+    Yet dar'd with them an equall charge to beare.
+
+[Stanza 57]
+
+  Darcy and Camois, zealous for the King,
+  Louell, Fitzwater, Willoughby, and Rosse,
+  Berckley, Powis, Burrell, fast together cling;
+  Seymer, and Saint Iohn for the bus'nesse closse,
+  Each twenty Horse, and forty foote doe bring
+  More, to nine hundred mounting in the grosse
+    In those nine Ships, and fitly them bestow'd,
+    Which with the other fall into the Road.
+
+[Stanza 58]
+
+  From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders wonne
+  By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came,
+  From fifty vpward, to fiue hundred Tunne;
+  For eu'ry vse a Marriner could name,
+  Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne,
+  Show'd as the Sea had all beene of a flame;
+    For Skiffes, Crayes, Scallops, and the like, why these
+    From eu'ry small Creeke, cou'red all the Seas.
+
+[Stanza 59]
+
+  The man whose way from London hap'd to lye,
+  By those he met might guesse the generall force,
+  Daily encountred as he passed by,
+  Now with a Troupe of Foote, and then of Horse,
+  To whom the people still themselues apply,
+  Bringing them victuals as in mere remorce:
+    And still the acclamation of the presse,
+    Saint George for England, to your good successe.
+
+[Stanza 60]
+
+  There might a man haue seene in eu'ry Streete,
+  The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne:
+  Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete:
+  The Wife with her deare Husband ne'r had done:
+  Brother, his Brother, with adieu to greete:
+  One Friend to take leaue of another runne:
+    The Mayden with her best belou'd to part,
+    Gaue him her hand, who tooke away her heart.
+
+[Stanza 61]
+
+  The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue,
+  On their coruetting Coursers mounted faire,
+  One ware his Mistris Garter, one her Gloue;
+  And he a lock of his deare Ladies haire;
+  And he her Colours, whom he most did loue;
+  There was not one but did some Fauour weare:
+    And each one tooke it, on his happy speede,
+    To make it famous by some Knightly deede.
+
+[Stanza 62]
+
+  The cloudes of dust, that from the wayes arose,
+  Which in their martch, the trampling Troupes doe reare:
+  When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose
+  In his descending, shining wondrous cleare,
+  To the beholder farre off standing showes
+  Like some besieged Towne, that were on fire:
+    As though fore-telling e'r they should returne,
+    That many a Citie yet secure must burne.
+
+[Stanza 63]
+
+  The well-rig'd Nauie falne into the Road,
+  For this short Cut with victuall fully stor'd,
+  The King impatient of their long aboad,
+  Commands his Army instantly aboard,
+  Casting to haue each Company bestow'd,
+  As then the time conuenience could afford;
+    The Ships appointed wherein they should goe,
+    And Boats prepar'd for waftage to and fro.
+
+[Stanza 64]
+
+  To be imbarqu'd when euery Band comes downe,
+  Each in their order as they mustred were,
+  Or by the difference of their [a]Armings knowne,
+  Or by their Colours; for in Ensignes there,
+  Some wore the Armes of their most ancient Towne,
+  Others againe their owne Diuises beare,
+    There was not any, but that more or lesse,
+    Something had got, that something should expresse.
+
+    [Note a: _A Blazon of the Ensignes of the seuerall Shires, in 14
+    Stanzas following._]
+
+[Stanza 65]
+
+  First, in the [b]Kentish Stremer was a Wood,
+  Out of whose top an arme that held a Sword,
+  As their right Embleme; and to make it good,
+  They aboue other onely had a Word,
+  Which was; Vnconquer'd; as that freest had stood.
+  [c]Sussex the next that was to come Aboard
+    Bore a Blacke Lyon Rampant, sore that bled,
+    With a Field-Arrow darted through the head.
+
+    [Note b: _Expressing their freedom, as still retaining their
+    ancient liberties, by surprising the Conqueror like a mouing
+    Wood._]
+
+    [Note c: _An expressi� of King Harolds death, slaine with an Arrow
+    in the head, at the Battaile of Hastings, fighting against the
+    Conqueror._]
+
+[Stanza 66]
+
+  The men of [d]Surrey, Cheeky Blew and gold,
+  (Which for braue Warren their first Earle they wore,
+  In many a Field that honour'd was of olde:)
+  And Hamshere next in the same Colours bore,
+  Three Lions Passant, th' Armes of Beuis bould,
+  Who through the World so famous was of yore;
+    A siluer[e] Tower, Dorsets Red Banner beares;
+    The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs.
+
+    [Note d: _The first famous Earle of that Countrey._]
+
+    [Note e: _Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that
+    County, lying vpon the French sea._]
+
+[Stanza 67]
+
+  The [f]Deuonshire Band, a Beacon set on fire,
+  Sommerset [g]a Virgine bathing in a Spring,
+  Their Cities Armes, the men of Glostershire,
+  In Gold three [h]Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring;
+  Wiltshire a Crowned[a] Piramed; As nigher
+  Then any other to martch to the King;
+    Barkshire a [b]Stag, vnder an Oake that stood,
+    Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood.
+
+    [Note f: _As lying the fittest to expell or forwarne Inuasion._]
+
+    [Note g: _Expressing the delicacy of the Bath, their chiefe
+    Citty._]
+
+    [Note h: _The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of
+    Gloster borne by the City._]
+
+    [Note a: _Stonidge being the first wonder of England, standing in
+    Wiltshire._]
+
+    [Note b: _An old Embleme of Berech, or Berkshire._]
+
+[Stanza 68]
+
+  The mustred men for [c]Buckingham, are gone
+  Vnder the Swan, the Armes of that olde Towne,
+  The Londoners, and Middlesex as one,
+  Are by the Red Crosse, and the Dagger knowne;
+  The Men of [d]Essex ouermatch'd by none,
+  Vnder Queene Hellens Image Martching downe;
+    [e]Suffolke a Sunne halfe risen from the brack,
+    [f]Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphines backe.
+
+    [Note c: _A Badge of the ancient family of the Staffords Dukes of
+    that place._]
+
+    [Note d: _Queene Helen Founder of the Crosse, wife to Constantine,
+    and Daughter to King Coell, builder of Colchester in Essex._]
+
+    [Note e: _Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres._]
+
+    [Note f: _For the braue prospect to the Germaine Ocean._]
+
+[Stanza 69]
+
+  The Souldiers sent from [g]Cambridgshire, a�Bay
+  Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower:
+  Hartford[h] two Harts that in a Riuer play;
+  Bedfords an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower,
+  And [i]Huntington a People proud as they,
+  Not giuing place to any for their power,
+    A youthfull Hunter, with a Chaplet Crown'd,
+    In a pyde Lyam leading forth his Hound.
+
+    [Note g: _Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersitie their Shiere
+    Towne._]
+
+    [Note h: _The Armes of the Towne somewhat alluding to the name._]
+
+    [Note i: _The Armes of the towne of Huntingdon, first so named of
+    a place where Hunters met._]
+
+[Stanza 70]
+
+  Northampton[k] with a Castle seated high,
+  Supported by two Lyons thither came;
+  The men of [l]Rutland, to them marching nie,
+  In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram,
+  And [m]Lestershire that on their strength relye,
+  A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game.
+    Lincolne[n] a Ship most neatly that was lim'd
+    In all her Sailes with Flags and Pennons trim'd.
+
+    [Note k: _The armes of the towne._]
+
+    [Note l: _From the aboundance of wooll in that tract._]
+
+    [Note m: _A sport more vsed in that Shiere from ancient time, then
+    in any other._]
+
+    [Note n: _For the length that it hath vpon the Germane Ocean._]
+
+[Stanza 71]
+
+  Stout[a] Warwickshire, her ancient badge the Beare,
+  Worster[b] a Peare-Tree laden with the Fruit,
+  A Golden Fleece and[c] Hereford doth weare,
+  Stafford[d] a Hermet in his homely sute,
+  Shropshire[e] a Falcon towring in the Ayre,
+  And for the Shiere whose surface seems most brute,
+    Darby, an Eagle sitting on a Roote,
+    A swathed Infant holding in her foote.
+
+    [Note a: _The Beare and ragged Staffe, the ancient Armes of that
+    Earledome._]
+
+    [Note b: _For the aboundance of fruit more there then in any other
+    tract._]
+
+    [Note c: _The finenesse of the wooll of Lemster in that Shiere._]
+
+    [Note d: _Many Hermites liued there in the woods in times past, it
+    being all forrestie._]
+
+    [Note e: _Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that
+    Shiere, on which many Hawkes were wont to airy._]
+
+[Stanza 72]
+
+  Olde[f] Nottingham, an Archer clad in greene,
+  Vnder a Tree with his drawne Bowe that stood,
+  Which in a checkquer'd Flagge farre off was seene:
+  It was the Picture of olde Robin Hood,
+  And[g] Lancashire not as the least I weene,
+  Thorough three Crownes, three Arrowes smear'd with blood:
+    Cheshiere a Banner very square and broad,
+    Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode.
+
+    [Note f: _That famous out-law liued much in that Country, and is
+    yet by many places there celebrated._]
+
+    [Note g: _Accounted euer the best Archers in England._]
+
+[Stanza 73]
+
+  A flaming Lance, the[h] Yorkshiere men for them,
+  As those for Durham neere againe at hand,
+  A Myter crowned with a Diadem:
+  An Armed man, the men of[i] Cumberland:
+  So[k] Westmerland link'd with it in one Stem,
+  A Ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand:
+    Northumberland[l] with these com'n as a Brother,
+    Two Lyons fighting tearing one another.
+
+    [Note h: _For their agillity with the Speare, and swiftnesse of
+    their Naggs._]
+
+    [Note i: _Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots._]
+
+    [Note k: _Expressing the scite therof iuting out into those
+    dangerous Seas, betwixt England and Ireland._]
+
+    [Note l: _Their terrible conflicts (many times) with the Scots,
+    expressed in the fight between the golden and red Lyons._]
+
+[Stanza 74]
+
+  Thus as themselues the English men had show'd
+  Vnder the Ensigne of each seu'rall Shiere,
+  The Natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow'd
+  To their owne King, nor yet lesse valiant were,
+  In one strong Reg'ment had themselues bestow'd,
+  And of the rest, resumed had the Reare:
+    To their owne Quarter marching as the rest,
+    As neatly Arm'd, and brauely as the best.
+
+[Stanza 75]
+
+  [a]Pembrooke, a Boat wherein a Lady stood,
+  Rowing her selfe within a quiet Bay;
+  Those men of South-Wales of the [b]mixed blood,
+  Had of the Welch the leading of the way:
+  Caermardin[c] in her Colours beare a Rood,
+  Whereon an olde man lean'd himselfe to stay
+    At a Starre pointing; which of great renowne,
+    Was skilfull Merlin, namer of that Towne.
+
+    [Note a: _Milford Hauen in Pembrookeshiere, one of the brauest
+    harbours in the knowne world, therefore not vnaptly so
+    expressed._]
+
+    [Note b: _Partly Dutch, partly English, partly Welch._]
+
+    [Note c: _Merlin, by whose birth and knowledge that towne is made
+    famous._]
+
+[Stanza 76]
+
+  [d]Clamorgan men, a Castell great and hie,
+  From which, out of the Battlement aboue,
+  A flame shot vp it selfe into the skye:
+  The men of [e]Munmouth (for the ancient loue
+  To that deare Country; neighbouring them so nie)
+  Next after them in Equipage that moue,
+    Three Crownes Imperiall which supported were,
+    With three Arm'd Armes, in their proud Ensigne beare.
+
+    [Note d: _A Watch Tower or Pharus, hauing the scituation where
+    Seuerne beginneth to widden, as when Pirats haue come in to giue
+    warning to the other Maratyne Countries._]
+
+    [Note e: _For the glory it hath attained, to be the Kings
+    birth-place, and to expresse his principalities._]
+
+[Stanza 77]
+
+  The men of [f]Brecknock brought a Warlick Tent,
+  Vpon whose top there sate a watchfull Cock,
+  Radnor,[g] a mountaine of a high assent,
+  Thereon a Shepheard keeping of his Flock,
+  As [h]Cardigan the next to them that went,
+  Came with a Mermayde sitting on a Rock,
+    And [i]Merioneth beares (as these had done)
+    Three dancing Goates against the rising Sunne.
+
+    [Note f: _The Armes of Brecknock._]
+
+    [Note g: _Lying towards the midst of Wales, and for aboundance of
+    Sheepe, liuing on those high Mountaines._]
+
+    [Note h: _Expressing the scituation of that Shiere, lying on the
+    Maratine part vpon the Irish Sea._]
+
+    [Note i: _For the aboundance of Goates, being on those
+    inaccessible Mountaines._]
+
+[Stanza 78]
+
+  Those of [a]Montgomery, beare a prancing Steed,
+  Denbigh[b] a Neptune with his three-fork'd Mace:
+  Flintshiere[c] a Workmayd in her Summers weed,
+  With Sheafe and Sickle (with a warlick pace)
+  Those of Caernaruon not the least in speed,
+  Though marching last (in the mayne Armies face)
+    Three golden Eagles in their Ensigne brought,
+    Vnder which oft braue Owen Guyneth fought.
+
+    [Note a: _The Shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales._]
+
+    [Note b: _As opening it selfe to the great North or Deucalidonian
+    Sea._]
+
+    [Note c: _Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse, in that
+    little Tract._]
+
+[Stanza 79]
+
+  The Seas amazed at the fearefull sight,
+  Of Armes, and Ensignes, that aboard were brought,
+  Of Streamers, Banners, Pennons, Ensignes pight,
+  Vpon each Pup and Prowe; and at the fraught,
+  So full of terror, that it hardly might
+  Into a naturall course againe be brought,
+    As the vaste Nauie which at Anchor rides,
+    Proudly presumes to shoulder out the Tides.
+
+[Stanza 80: _A Simile of the Nauy._]
+
+  The Fleet then full, and floating on the Maine,
+  The numerous Masts, with their braue Topsailes spred,
+  When as the Winde a little doth them straine,
+  Seeme like a Forrest bearing her proud head
+  Against some rough flawe, that forerunns a raine;
+  So do they looke from euery loftie sted,
+    Which with the Surges tumbled too and fro,
+    Seeme (euen) to bend, as trees are seene to doe.
+
+[Stanza 81: _The braue solemnity at the departing of the Fleet._]
+
+  From euery Ship when as the Ordnance rore,
+  Of their depart, that all might vnderstand,
+  When as the zealous people from the shore,
+  Againe with fires salute them from the Land,
+  For so was order left with them before,
+  To watch the Beacons, with a carefull hand,
+    Which being once fierd, the people more or lesse,
+    Should all to Church, and pray for their successe.
+
+[Stanza 82: _The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne._]
+
+  They shape their Course into the Month of Seyne,
+  That destin'd Flood those Nauies to receiue,
+  Before whose fraught her France had prostrate laine,
+  As now she must this, that shall neuer leaue,
+  Vntill the Engines that it doth containe,
+  Into the ayre her heightned walls shall heaue;
+    Whose stubborne Turrets had refus'd to bow,
+    To that braue Nation that shall shake them now.
+
+[Stanza 83]
+
+  Long Boates with Scouts are put to land before,
+  Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to discry,
+  (Whilst the braue Army setting is on shore,)
+  To view what strength the enemy had nie,
+  Pressing the bosome of large France so sore,
+  That her pale Genius, in affright doth flye
+    To all her Townes and warnes them to awake,
+    And for her safety vp their Armes to take.
+
+[Stanza 84]
+
+  At Paris, Roan, and Orleance, she calls,
+  And at their gates with gronings doth complaine:
+  Then cries she out, O get vp to your walls:
+  The English Armies are return'd againe,
+  Which in two Battailes gaue those fatall falls,
+  At Cressie, and at Poyteers, where lay slaine
+    Our conquered Fathers, which with very feare
+    Quake in their Graues to feele them landed here.
+
+[Stanza 85]
+
+  The King of France now hauing vnderstood,
+  Of Henries entrance, (but too well improu'd,)
+  He cleerly saw that deere must be the blood,
+  That it must cost, e'r he could be remou'd;
+  He sends to make his other Sea Townes good,
+  Neuer before so much it him behou'd;
+    In eu'ry one a Garison to lay,
+    Fearing fresh powers from England eu'ry day.
+
+[Stanza 86: _The braue encouragement of a couragious King._]
+
+  To the high'st earth whilst awfull Henry gets,
+  From whence strong Harflew he might easl'est see,
+  With sprightly words, and thus their courage whets,
+  In yonder walls be Mynes of gold (quoth he)
+  He's a poore Slaue, that thinkes of any debts;
+  Harflew shall pay for all, it ours shall be:
+    This ayre of France doth like me wondrous well,
+    Lets burne our Ships, for here we meane to dwell.
+
+[Stanza 87: _A charitable Proclamation made by the King._]
+
+  But through his Hoast, he first of all proclaim'd
+  In paine of death, no English man should take
+  From the Religious, aged, or the maym'd,
+  Or women that could no resistance make:
+  To gaine his owne for that he onely aym'd;
+  Nor would haue such to suffer for his sake:
+    Which in the French (when they the same did heare)
+    Bred of this braue King, a religious feare.
+
+[Stanza 88: _The Kings mayne Standard (for the ponderousnes thereof,)
+euer borne vpon a Carriage._]
+
+  His Army rang'd, in order fitting warre,
+  Each with some greene thing doth his Murrian crowne,
+  With his mayne standard fixt vpon the Carre;
+  Comes the great King before th'intrenched Towne,
+  Whilst from the walls the people gazing are,
+  In all their sights he sets his Army downe;
+    Nor for their shot he careth not a pin,
+    But seekes where he his Battery may begin.
+
+[Stanza 89: _The King makes his approches on three parts._]
+
+  And into three, his Army doth diuide,
+  His strong aproaches on three parts to make;
+  Himselfe on th'one, Clarence on th'other side,
+  To Yorke and Suffolke he the third doth take,
+  The Mines the Duke of Glocester doth guide;
+  Then caus'd his Ships the Riuer vp to Stake,
+    That none with Victuall should the Towne relieue
+    Should the Sword faile, with Famine them to grieue.
+
+[Stanza 90: _The King summons Harflew._]
+
+  From his Pauillion where he sate in State,
+  Arm'd for the Siedge, and buckling on his Shield,
+  Braue Henry sends his Herault to the Gate,
+  By Trumpets sound, to summon them to yeeld,
+  And to accept his Mercy, ere to late,
+  Or else to say ere he forsooke the field,
+    Harflew should be but a meere heape of Stones,
+    Her buildings buried with her Owners bones.
+
+[Stanza 91]
+
+  France on this sudaine put into a fright,
+  With the sad newes of Harflew in distresse,
+  Whose inexpected, miserable plight,
+  She on the suddaine, knew not to redresse,
+  But vrg'd to doe the vtmost that she might,
+  The peoples feares and clamours to suppresse,
+    Raiseth a power with all the speede she could,
+    Somewhat thereby, to loose King Henries hold.
+
+[Stanza 92: _Charles de Alibert, and Iohn Bowcequalt._]
+
+  The Marshall, and the Constable of France,
+  Leading those Forces levied for the turne,
+  By which they thought their Titles to aduance,
+  And of their Countrey endlesse praise to earne,
+  But it with them farre otherwise doth chance,
+  For when they saw the Villages to burne,
+    And high-towr'd Harflew round ingirt with fires,
+    They with their powers to Cawdebeck retire.
+
+[Stanza 93: _A Simile of the French powers._]
+
+  Like as a Hinde when shee her Calfe doth see,
+  Lighted by chance into a Lions pawes,
+  From which should shee aduenture it to free,
+  Shee must her selfe fill his deuouring Iawes,
+  And yet her young one, still his prey must be,
+  (Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes:)
+    With them so fares it, which must needs goe downe
+    If they would fight; and yet must loose the Towne:
+
+[Stanza 94: _A description of the siege of Harflewe, in the 19 following
+Stanzaes._]
+
+  Now doe they mount their Ordnance for the day,
+  Their scaling Ladders rearing to the walls,
+  Their battering Rammes against the gates they lay,
+  Their brazen slings send in the wilde-fire balls,
+  Baskets of twigs now carie stones and clay,
+  And to th'assault who furiously not falls;
+    The Spade and Pickax working are belowe,
+    Which then vnfelt, yet gaue the greatest blowe.
+
+[Stanza 95]
+
+  Rampiers of earth the painefull Pyoners raise
+  With the walls equall, close vpon the Dike,
+  To passe by which the Souldier that assayes,
+  On Planks thrust ouer, one him downe doth strike:
+  Him with a mall a second English payes,
+  A second French transpearc'd him with a Pyke:
+    That from the height of the embattel'd Towers,
+    Their mixed blood ranne downe the walls in showers.
+
+[Stanza 96]
+
+  A French man back into the Towne doth fall,
+  With a sheafe Arrow shot into the head;
+  An English man in scaling of the wall,
+  From the same place is by a stone struck dead;
+  Tumbling vpon them logs of wood, and all,
+  That any way for their defence might sted:
+    The hills at hand re-ecchoing with the din
+    Of shouts without, and fearefull shrickes within.
+
+[Stanza 97: _Crosbowe Arrowes._]
+
+  When all at once the English men assaile,
+  The French within all valiantly defend,
+  And in a first assault, if any faile,
+  They by a second striue it to amend:
+  Out of the Towne come quarries thick as haile;
+  As thick againe their Shafts the English send:
+    The bellowing Canon from both sides doth rore,
+    With such a noyse as makes the Thunder pore.
+
+[Stanza 98]
+
+  Now vpon one side you should heare a cry,
+  And all that Quarter clowded with a smother;
+  The like from that against it by and by;
+  As though the one were eccho to the other,
+  The King and Clarence so their turnes can ply:
+  And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother;
+    Whose Mynes to the besieg'd more mischiefe doe,
+    Then with th'assaults aboue, the other two.
+
+[Stanza 99]
+
+  An olde man sitting by the fier side,
+  Decrepit with extreamity of Age,
+  Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride,
+  Almost distracted with the Batteries rage:
+  Sometimes doth speake it faire, sometimes doth chide,
+  As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage,
+    By chance a Bullet doth the chimney hit,
+    Which falling in, doth kill both him and it.
+
+[Stanza 100]
+
+  Whilst the sad weeping Mother sits her downe,
+  To giue her little new-borne Babe the Pap:
+  A lucklesse quarry leueld at the Towne,
+  Kills the sweet Baby sleeping in her lap,
+  That with the fright shee falls into a swoone,
+  From which awak'd, and mad with the mishap;
+    As vp a Rampire shreeking she doth clim,
+    Comes a great Shot, and strikes her lim from lim.
+
+[Stanza 101]
+
+  Whilst a sort runne confusedly to quench,
+  Some Pallace burning, or some fired Street,
+  Call'd from where they were fighting in the Trench;
+  They in their way with Balls of Wilde-fire meet,
+  So plagued are the miserable French,
+  Not aboue head, but also vnder feet:
+    For the fierce English vowe the Towne to take,
+    Or of it soone a heape of stones to make.
+
+[Stanza 102]
+
+  Hot is the Siege the English comming on,
+  As men so long to be kept out that scorne,
+  Carelesse of wounds as they were made of stone;
+  As with their teeth the walls they would haue torne:
+  Into a Breach who quickly is not gone;
+  Is by the next behind him ouer-borne:
+    So that they found a place that gaue them way,
+    They neuer car'd what danger therein lay.
+
+[Stanza 103]
+
+  From eu'ry Quarter they their course must plye,
+  As't pleas'd the King them to th'assault to call:
+  Now on the Duke of Yorke the charge doth lye:
+  To Kent and Cornwall then the turne doth fall:
+  Then Huntingdon vp to the walls they crye:
+  Then Suffolke, and then Excester; which all
+    In their meane Souldiers habits vs'd to goe,
+    Taking such part as those that own'd them doe.
+
+[Stanza 104]
+
+  The men of Harflew rough excursions make,
+  Vpon the English watchfull in their Tent,
+  Whose courages they to their cost awake,
+  With many a wound that often back them sent,
+  So proud a Sally that durst vndertake,
+  And in the Chase pell mell amongst them went,
+    For on the way such ground of them they win,
+    That some French are shut out, some English in.
+
+[Stanza 105]
+
+  Nor idely sit our Men at Armes the while,
+  Foure thousand Horse that eu'ry day goe out;
+  And of the Field are Masters many a mile,
+  By putting the Rebellious French to rout;
+  No Peasants them with promises beguile:
+  Another bus'nesse they were come about;
+    For him they take, his Ransome must redeeme,
+    Onely French Crownes, the English men esteeme.
+
+[Stanza 106]
+
+  Whilst English Henry lastly meanes to trye:
+  By three vast Mynes, the walls to ouerthrowe.
+  The French men their approches that espye,
+  By Countermynes doe meete with them belowe,
+  And as opposed in the Workes they lye:
+  Vp the Besieged the Besiegers blowe,
+    That stifled quite, with powder as with dust,
+    Longer to walls they found it vaine to trust.
+
+[Stanza 107]
+
+  Till Gaucourt then, and Tuttivile that were
+  The Townes Commanders, (with much perill) finde
+  The Resolution that the English beare;
+  As how their owne to yeelding were enclinde,
+  Summon to parly, off'ring frankly there;
+  If that ayde came not by a day assignde,
+    To giue the Towne vp, might their liues stand free:
+    As for their goods, at Henries will to be.
+
+[Stanza 108]
+
+  And hauing wonne their conduct to the King,
+  Those hardy Chiefes on whom the charge had layne:
+  Thither those well-fed Burgesses doe bring,
+  What they had off'red strongly to maintaine
+  In such a case, although a dang'rous thing,
+  Yet they so long vpon their knees remaine:
+    That fiue dayes respight from his Grant they haue,
+    Which was the most, they (for their liues) durst craue.
+
+[Stanza 109]
+
+  The time perfixed comming to expire,
+  And their reliefe ingloriously delay'd:
+  Nothing within their sight but sword, and fire;
+  And bloody Ensignes eu'ry where display'd:
+  The English still within themselues entire,
+  When all these things they seriously had way'd,
+    To Henries mercy found that they must trust,
+    For they perceiu'd their owne to be iniust.
+
+[Stanza 110]
+
+  The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside,
+  And from the walls th'Artillary displac'd:
+  The Armes of England are aduanc'd in pride:
+  The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac'd:
+  Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride:
+  Into the Streetes their women runne in hast,
+    Bearing their little Children, for whose sake
+    They hop'd the King would the more mercy take.
+
+[Stanza 111: _The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph._]
+
+  The gates thus widened with the breath of Warre;
+  Their ample entrance to the English gaue:
+  There was no dore that then had any barre;
+  For of their owne not any thing they haue:
+  When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre:
+  To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue.
+    Strucken with wonder, when that face they sawe,
+    Wherein such mercy was, with so much awe.
+
+[Stanza 112]
+
+  And first themselues the English to secure,
+  Doubting what danger might be yet within;
+  The strongest Forts, and Citadell make sure,
+  To showe that they could keepe as well as win,
+  And though the spoyles them wondrously alure,
+  To fall to pillage e'r they will begin,
+    They shut each passage, by which any power
+    Might be brought on to hinder, but an hower.
+
+[Stanza 113]
+
+  That Conquering King which entring at the gate,
+  Borne by the presse as in the ayre he swamme:
+  Vpon the suddaine layes aside his state,
+  And of a Lyon is become a Lambe:
+  He is not now what he was but of late:
+  But on his bare feete to the Church he came:
+    By his example, as did all the presse,
+    To giue God thankes, for his first good successe.
+
+[Stanza 114: _King Henry offereth to decide his right by single
+combat._]
+
+  And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say,
+  That though he thus was setled on his shore,
+  Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay,
+  His ancient right if so he would restore:
+  But if the same he wilfully denay,
+  To stop th'effusion of their Subiects gore;
+    He frankly off'reth in a single fight,
+    With the young Daulphine to decide his right.
+
+[Stanza 115]
+
+  Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare,
+  What answere back, his Herauld him would bring:
+  But when he found that he was ne'r the neere;
+  And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing,
+  As to fight single; nor that any were
+  To deale for composition from the King:
+    He casts for Callice to make forth his way,
+    And takes such Townes, as in his Iourneyes lay.
+
+[Stanza 116]
+
+  But first his bus'nesse he doth so contriue,
+  To curbe the Townes-men, should they chance to stirre
+  Of Armes, and Office he doth them depriue,
+  And to their roomes the English doth preferre:
+  Out of the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue,
+  And therein sets his Vnckle Excester:
+    This done, to martch he bids the thundring Drummes,
+    To scourge proud France whe now her C�queror comes.
+
+[Stanza 117]
+
+  The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood,
+  How on his way this haughty Henry was
+  Ouer the Soame, which is a dangerous flood;
+  Pluckt downe the Bridges that might giue him passe;
+  And eu'ry thing, if fit for humane food,
+  Caus'd to be forrag'd; (to a wondrous masse)
+    And more then this, his Iourneyes to fore-slowe,
+    He scarce one day vnskirmish'd with, doth goe.
+
+[Stanza 118]
+
+  But on his march, in midst of all his foes;
+  He like a Lyon keepes them all at bay,
+  And when they seeme him strictly to enclose;
+  Yet through the thick'st he hewes him out a way:
+  Nor the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose;
+  Though off'ring oft his Army to fore-lay:
+    Nor all the power the enuious French can make,
+    Force him one foote, his path (but) to forsake.
+
+[Stanza 119: _A ford found in the Riuer of Soame._]
+
+  And each day as his Army doth remoue,
+  Marching along vpon Soames Marshy side,
+  His men at Armes on their tall Horses proue,
+  To finde some shallow, ouer where to ryde,
+  But all in vaine against the Streame they stroue,
+  Till by the helpe of a laborious guide,
+    A Ford was found to set his Army ore
+    Which neuer had discouered beene before.
+
+[Stanza 120]
+
+  The newes divulg'd that he had waded Soame,
+  And safe to shore his Caridges had brought,
+  Into the Daulphins bosome strooke so home,
+  And one the weakenesse of King Charles so wrought;
+  That like the troubled Sea, when it doth Foame,
+  As in a rage, to beate the Rocks to nought;
+    So doe they storme, and curse on curse they heapt
+    Gainst those which should the passages haue kept.
+
+[Stanza 121: _A Counsell held at Roan against the King of England._]
+
+  And at that time, both resident in Roan,
+  Thither for this assembling all the Peeres,
+  Whose Counsailes now must vnderprop their Throne
+  Against the Foe; which, not a man but feares;
+  Yet in a moment confident are growne,
+  When with fresh hopes, each one his fellow cheeres,
+    That ere the English to their Callis got,
+    Some for this spoile should pay a bloudy shot.
+
+[Stanza 122]
+
+  Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile satt,
+  With Berry and with Britaine their Alies;
+  Now speake they of this course, and then of that,
+  As to insnare him how they might diuise;
+  Something they faine would doe, but know not what,
+  At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise,
+    And crauing silence of the King and Lords,
+    Against the English, brake into these words.
+
+[Stanza 123: _A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English._]
+
+  Had this vnbridled youth an Army led,
+  That any way were worthy of your feare,
+  Against our Nation, that durst turne the head,
+  Such as the former English forces were,
+  This care of yours, your Countrey then might sted,
+  To tell you then, who longer can forbeare,
+    That into question, you our valour bring,
+    To call a Counsaile for so poore a thing.
+
+[Stanza 124]
+
+  A Route of tatter'd Rascalls starued so,
+  As forced through extreamity of need
+  To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe,
+  And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed,
+  Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so,
+  And other foule diseases that they breed,
+    That they, there Armes disabled are to sway,
+    But in their march doe leaue them on the way.
+
+[Stanza 125]
+
+  And to our people but a handfull are,
+  Scarse thirtie thousand, when to Land they came,
+  Of which to England dayly some repayre,
+  Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame,
+  Fitter for Spittles, and the Surgions care,
+  Then with their Swords on vs to winne them fame,
+    Vnshod, and without stockings are the best,
+    And those by Winter miserably opprest.
+
+[Stanza 126]
+
+  To let them dye vpon their march abroad,
+  And Fowles vpon their Carkases to feed,
+  The heapes of them vpon the common road
+  A great infection likely were to breed,
+  For our owne safeties see them then bestow'd,
+  And doe for them this charitable deede:
+    Vnder our Swords together let them fall,
+    And one that day they dye, be buried all.
+
+[Stanza 127]
+
+  This bold invectiue forc'd against the Foe,
+  Although it most of the Assembly seas'd,
+  Yet those which better did the English know,
+  Were but a little with his speeches pleas'd,
+  And that the Duke of Berry meant to showe:
+  Which when the murmure somewhat was appeas'd,
+    After a while their listning silence breakes,
+    And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes.
+
+[Stanza 128: _The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon._]
+
+  My Liedge, quoth he, and you my Lords, and Peeres,
+  Whom this great businesse chiefely doth concerne,
+  By my experience, now so many yeeres
+  To know the English I am not to learne;
+  Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares
+  Than fitteth Manhood, nor doe hope to earne
+    Suffrage from any; but by zeale am wonne,
+    To speake my minde here, as the Duke hath done.
+
+[Stanza 129]
+
+  Th'euents of Warre are various (as I know)
+  And say, the losse vpon the English light,
+  Yet may a dying man giue such a blow,
+  As much may hinder his proud Conquerours might;
+  It is enough our puissant power to showe
+  To the weake English, now vpon their flight,
+    When want, and winter, strongly spurre them on,
+    You else but slay them, that would faine be gon.
+
+[Stanza 130]
+
+  I like our Forces their first course should hold,
+  To skirmish with them, vpon euery stay,
+  But fight by no meanes with them, though they would,
+  Except they finde them forraging for pray,
+  So still you haue them shut vp in a Fould,
+  And still to Callis keepe them in their way;
+    So Fabius wearied Hanibal, so we
+    May English Henry, pleased if you be.
+
+[Stanza 131]
+
+  And of the English rid your Countrey cleane,
+  If on their backs, but Callice walles they win,
+  Whose Frontier Townes you easly may maintaine,
+  With a strong Army still to keepe them in;
+  Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne,
+  And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne,
+    Ere with Supplys againe they can inuade,
+    Spent in the Voyage lately hither made.
+
+[Stanza 132]
+
+  That day at Poyteers, in that bloudy Field,
+  The sudaine turne in that great Battell then,
+  Shall euer teach me, whilest I Armes can weeld,
+  Neuer to trust to multitudes of men;
+  Twas the first day that ere I wore a Sheeld,
+  Oh let me neuer see the like agen!
+    Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell wonne
+    As to behold it might amaze the Sunne.
+
+[Stanza 133]
+
+  There did I see our conquered Fathers fall,
+  Before the English on that fatall ground,
+  When as to ours their number was but small,
+  And with braue Spirits France ne'r did more abound,
+  Yet oft that Battaile into minde I call,
+  Whereas of ours, one man seemd all one wound,
+    I instance this; yet humbly here submit
+    My selfe to fight, if you shall thinke it fit.
+
+[Stanza 134: _Young mens counsailes ofttimes proue the vtter subuersion
+both of themselues and others._]
+
+  The Marshall and the Constable about
+  To second, what this sager Duke had said:
+  The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out,
+  Gainst their opinions, so that ouer-sway'd,
+  Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt;
+  Alanzon as an Oracle obay'd,
+    And not a French then present, but doth sweare
+    To kill an English if ynow there were.
+
+[Stanza 135: _The French King sendeth to dare the King of England to
+Battaile._]
+
+  A Herault posted presently away,
+  The King of England to the field to dare,
+  To bid him cease his spoyle, nor to delay
+  Gainst the French power his forces but prepare:
+  For that King Charles determin'd to display
+  His bloody Ensignes, and through France declare
+    The day, and place, that Henry should set downe,
+    In which their Battailes, should dispose the Crowne.
+
+[Stanza 136: _The King of Englands modest answer._]
+
+  This newes to Henry by the Herault brought,
+  As one dispassion'd soberly (quoth he)
+  Had your King pleas'd, we sooner might haue fought;
+  For now my Souldiers much enfeebled be:
+  Nor day, nor place, for Battaile shall be sought
+  By English Henry: but if he seeke me,
+    I to my vtmost will my selfe defend,
+    And to th'Almighties pleasure leaue the end.
+
+[Stanza 137]
+
+  The brute of this intended Battaile spred,
+  The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes,
+  And in the French that daring boldnesse bred:
+  Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes,
+  Thinking the English downe so farre to tred,
+  As past that day ne'r more to rise in Armes,
+    T'extirpe the name, if possible it were,
+    At least not after to be heard of there.
+
+[Stanza 138: _A Simily of the rising of the French._]
+
+  As when you see the enuious Crowe espye,
+  Something that shee doth naturally detest:
+  With open throat how shee doth squall and crye;
+  And from the next Groue calleth in the rest,
+  And they for those beyond them bawling flye,
+  Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre infest:
+    Thus French, the French to this great Battaile call,
+    Vpon their swords to see the English fall.
+
+[Stanza 139: _Dauid Gam, a great Captain in that Warr._]
+
+  And to the King when seriously one tolde,
+  With what an Host he should encountred be,
+  Gam noting well, the King did him behold,
+  In the reporting; Merrily (quoth he)
+  My Liege I'le tell you if I may be bold,
+  We will diuide this Army into three:
+    One part we'll kill, the second prisoners stay;
+    And for the third, we'll leaue to runne away.
+
+[Stanza 140]
+
+  But for the Foe came hourely in so fast,
+  Lest they his Army should disordred take:
+  The King who wisely doth the worst forecast,
+  His speedy martch doth presently forsake,
+  Into such forme and his Battalion cast;
+  That doe their worst they should not eas'ly shake:
+    For that his scouts which forrag'd had the Coast,
+    Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host.
+
+[Stanza 141: _The Duke of Yorke._]
+
+  On which ere long the English Vanward light,
+  Which York, of men the brauest, doth command,
+  When either of them in the others sight,
+  He caus'd the Army instantly to stand,
+  As though preparing for a present Fight,
+  And rideth forth from his couragious Band,
+    To view the French, whose numbers ouer spread,
+    The troubled Country on whose earth they tread.
+
+[Stanza 142]
+
+  Now were both Armies got vpon that ground,
+  As on a Stage, where they their strengthes must trye,
+  Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wound,
+  There's many a soule into the Ayre must flye:
+  Meane while the English that some ease had found;
+  By the aduantage of a Village nie,
+    There set them downe the Battell to abide,
+    Where they the place had strongly fortifide.
+
+[Stanza 143: _The French scorning the English, being so fewe in respect
+of their mighty power._]
+
+  Made drunke with pride the haughty French disdaine,
+  Lesse then their owne, a multitude to view,
+  Nor aske of God the victory to gaine,
+  Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe,
+  To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine,
+  And lastly to that insolence they grewe,
+    Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast,
+    And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past.
+
+[Stanza 144]
+
+  For knots of corde to eu'ry Towne they send,
+  The Captiu'd English that they caught to binde,
+  For to perpetuall slau'ry they intend:
+  Those that aliue they on the Field should finde,
+  So much as that they fear'd lest they should spend
+  Too many English, wherefore they assignde
+    Some to keepe fast those, fayne that would be gon
+    After the Fight, to try their Armes vpon.
+
+[Stanza 145]
+
+  One his bright sharpe-eg'd Semiter doth showe,
+  Off'ring to lay a thousand Crownes (in pride)
+  That he two naked English at one blowe,
+  Bound back to back will at the wasts diuide,
+  Some bett his sword will do't, some others no,
+  After the Battaile, and they'll haue it tride:
+    Another wafts his Blade about his head,
+    And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.
+
+[Stanza 146]
+
+  They part their prisoners, passing them for debt,
+  And in their Ransome ratibly accord
+  To a Prince of ours, a Page of theirs they set;
+  And a French Lacky to an English Lord;
+  As for our Gentry them to hyre they'll let,
+  And as good cheape as they can them afford,
+    Branded for Slaues that if they hapt to stray,
+    Knowne by the marke, them any one might slay.
+
+[Stanza 147]
+
+  And cast to make a Chariot for the King,
+  Painted with Antickes, and ridiculous toyes,
+  In which they meane to Paris him to bring,
+  To make sport to their Madames and their Boyes,
+  And will haue Rascalls, Rymes of him to sing,
+  Made in his mock'ry; and in all these ioyes,
+    They bid the Bells to ring, and people crie,
+    Before the Battaile, France and Victorie.
+
+[Stanza 148]
+
+  And to the King and Daulphine sent away
+  (Who at that time residing were in Roane)
+  To be partakers of that glorious day:
+  Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne,
+  Lest that of them ensuing times should say,
+  That for their safety they forsooke their owne:
+    When France did that braue victory obtaine,
+    That shall her lasting'st monument remaine.
+
+[Stanza 149]
+
+  The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles,
+  Not dar'd by doubt, and lesse appaul'd with dread
+  Of their Arm'd Pykes, some sharpning are the pyles,
+  The Archer grinding his barb'd Arrow head:
+  Their Bills and Blades, some whetting are with Files:
+  And some their Armours strongly Riueted:
+    Some pointing Stakes to stick into the ground,
+    To guard the Bow-men, and their Horse to wound.
+
+[Stanza 150: _The Ryot in the French Campe the night before the
+Battell._]
+
+  The night fore-running this most dreadfull day:
+  The French that all to iollity encline:
+  Some fall to dancing, some againe to play:
+  And some are drinking to this great Designe:
+  But all in pleasure spend the night away:
+  The Tents with lights, the Fields with Boone-fires shine:
+    The common Souldiers Free-mens Catches sing:
+    With showtes and laughter all the Campe doth ring.
+
+[Stanza 151]
+
+  The wearied English watchfull o'r their Foes,
+  (The depth of night then drawing on so fast)
+  That fayne a little would themselues repose,
+  With thanks to God, doe take that small repast
+  Which that poore Village willingly bestowes:
+  And hauing plac'd their Sentinels at last,
+    They fall to Prayer, and in their Cabins blest,
+    T'refresh their spirits, then tooke them to their rest.
+
+[Stanza 152: _Pondering in his thoughts, his Fathers comming to the
+Crowne by deposing the rightfull King._]
+
+  In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay'd,
+  Whilst all his Army round about him slept,
+  His restlesse head vpon his Helmet stay'd,
+  For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept:
+  Great God (quoth he) withdraw not now thy ayde:
+  Nor let my Father Henries sinnes be heapt
+    On my transgressions, vp the Summe to make,
+    For which thou may'st me vtterly forsake.
+
+[Stanza 153: _Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken
+vp, where it was meanely buried at Langley, and to be layde in
+Westminster by his first Wife Queene Anne._]
+
+  King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe not call,
+  Nor how for him my Father did offend,
+  From vs alone deriue not thou his fall,
+  Whose odious life caus'd his vntimely end,
+  That by our Almes be expiated all:
+  Let not that sinne on me his Sonne desend,
+    When as his body I translated haue,
+    And buried in an honourable Graue.
+
+[Stanza 154]
+
+  These things thus pondring, sorrow-ceasing sleepe,
+  From cares to rescue his much troubled minde,
+  Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe,
+  And in soft slumbers euery sense doth binde,
+  (As vndisturbed euery one to keepe)
+  When as that Angell to whom God assign'd,
+    The guiding of the English, gliding downe
+    The silent Campe doth with fresh courage crowne.
+
+[Stanza 155]
+
+  His glittering wings he gloriously displaies,
+  Ouer the Hoste as euery way it lyes
+  With golden Dreames their trauell, and repaies,
+  This Herault from the Rector of the skies,
+  In Vision warnes them not to vse delayes,
+  But to the Battell cheerefully to rise,
+    And be victorious, for that day at hand,
+    He would amongst them for the English stand.
+
+[Stanza 156]
+
+  The dawne scarse drewe the curtaines of the East,
+  But the late wearied Englishmen awake,
+  And much refreshed with a little rest
+  Themselues soone ready for the Battaile make,
+  Not any one but feeleth in his breast,
+  That sprightly fire which Courage bids him take,
+    For ere the Sunne next rising went to bed,
+    The French by them in triumph should be led.
+
+[Stanza 157: _The great care of a wise and politike Captaine._]
+
+  And from their Cabins, ere the French arose,
+  (Drown'd in the pleasure of the passed night,)
+  The English cast their Battailes to dispose,
+  Fit for the ground whereon they were to fight:
+  Foorth that braue King couragious Henry goes,
+  An hower before that it was fully light,
+    To see if there might any place be found,
+    To giue his Hoste aduantage by the ground.
+
+[Stanza 158]
+
+  Where twas his hap a Quicksett hedge to view,
+  Well growne in height; and for his purpose thin,
+  Yet by the Ditch vpon whose banke it grew,
+  He found it to be difficult to winne,
+  Especially if those of his were true,
+  Amongst the shrubbs that he should set within,
+    By which he knew their strength of Horse must come,
+    If they would euer charge his Vanguard home.
+
+[Stanza 159: _This Stratagem the ouerthrow of the French._]
+
+  And of three hundred Archers maketh choice,
+  Some to be taken out of euery Band,
+  The strongest Bowmen, by the generall voyce,
+  Such as beside were valient of their hand,
+  And to be so imployed, as would reioyce,
+  Appointing them behinde the hedge to stand,
+    To shrowde themselues from sight, and to be mute,
+    Vntill a signall freely bad them shute.
+
+[Stanza 160]
+
+  The gamesome Larke now got vpon her Wing,
+  As twere the English earely to awake,
+  And to wide heauen her cheerefull notes doth sing,
+  As shee for them would intercession make,
+  Nor all the noyse that from below doth spring,
+  Her ayrie walke can force her to forsake,
+    Of some much noted, and of others lesse,
+    But yet of all presaging good successe.
+
+[Stanza 161]
+
+  The lazie French their leisure seem to take,
+  And in their Cabins keepe themselues so long,
+  Till flocks of Rauens them with noyse awake,
+  Ouer the Army like a Cloud that hong,
+  Which greater haste inforceth them to make,
+  When with their croaking all the Countrey rong,
+    Which boaded slaughter as the most doe say,
+    But by the French it turned was this way.
+
+[Stanza 162: _The French mis-interpret the flight of Rauens houering
+ouer their owne Campe._]
+
+  That this diuyning Foule well vnderstood,
+  Vpon that place much gore was to be spill'd,
+  And as those Birds doe much delight in blood,
+  With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill'd,
+  So waited they vpon their Swords for food,
+  To feast vpon the English being kill'd,
+    Then little thinking that these came in deed
+    On their owne mangled Carkases to feed.
+
+[Stanza 163]
+
+  When soone the French preparing for the Field,
+  Their armed troops are setting in array,
+  Whose wondrous numbers they can hardly weeld,
+  The place too little wherevpon they lay,
+  They therefore to necessitie must yeeld,
+  And into Order put them as they may,
+    Whose motion sounded like to Nilus fall,
+    That the vaste ayre was deafned therewithall.
+
+[Stanza 164: _The Marshalling of the French Army, containing three
+stanzas._]
+
+  The Constable, and Admirall of France,
+  With the grand Marshall, men of great command:
+  The Dukes of Burbon, and of Orleance,
+  Some for their place, some for their birth-right stand,
+  The Daulphine of Averney (to aduance
+  His worth and honour) of a puissant hand:
+    The Earle of Ewe in Warre that had beene bred,
+    These mighty men the mighty Vanward led.
+
+[Stanza 165]
+
+  The mayne brought forward by the Duke of Barre,
+  Neuers, and Beamont, men of speciall name:
+  Alanzon thought, not equall'd in this Warre,
+  With them Salines, Rous, and Grandpre came,
+  Their long experience, who had fetcht from farre,
+  Whom this expected Conquest doth enflame,
+    Consisting most of Crosbowes, and so great,
+    As France her selfe it well might seeme to threat.
+
+[Stanza 166]
+
+  The Duke of Brabant of high valour knowne,
+  The Earles of Marle, and Faconbridge the Reare,
+  To Arthur Earle of Richmount's selfe alone,
+  They leaue the Right wing to be guided there:
+  Lewes of Burbon, second yet to none,
+  Led on the left; with him that mighty Peere
+    The Earle of Vandome, who of all her men
+    Large France entytled, her great Master then.
+
+[Stanza 167: _The Marshalling of the English Army c�taining fiue
+stanzas._]
+
+  The Duke of Yorke the English Vanward guides,
+  Of our strong Archers, that consisted most;
+  Which with our Horse was wing'd on both the sides:
+  T'affront so great and terrible an Host;
+  There valiant Fanhope, and there Beamount rides,
+  With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast,
+    That morning early, and had seene at large,
+    How the Foe came, that then they were to charge.
+
+[Stanza 168]
+
+  Henry himselfe, on the mayne Battell brings,
+  Nor can these Legions of the French affright
+  This Mars of men, this King of earthly Kings:
+  Who seem'd to be much pleased with the sight,
+  As one ordayn'd t'accomplish mighty things;
+  Who to the Field came in such brau'ry dight:
+    As to the English boades succesfull luck
+    Before one stroke, on either side was struck.
+
+[Stanza 169: _The brauery of King Henryes owne person._]
+
+  In Warlike state the Royall Standard borne
+  Before him, as in splendrous Armes he road,
+  Whilst his coruetting Courser seem'd in scorne
+  To touch the earth whereon he proudly troad,
+  Lillyes, and Lyons quarterly adorne;
+  His Shield, and his Caparison doe load:
+    Vpon his Helme a Crowne with Diamonds deckt,
+    Which through the Field their Radient fiers reflect.
+
+[Stanza 170]
+
+  The Duke of Gloster neere to him agen,
+  T'assist his Brother in that dreadfull day,
+  Oxford and Suffolke both true Marshiall men,
+  Ready to keepe the Battell in Array,
+  To Excester there was appointed then
+  The Reare; on which their second succours lay:
+    Which were the youth, most of the Noblest blood,
+    Vnder the Ensignes of their names that stood.
+
+[Stanza 171]
+
+  Then of the stakes he doth the care commend,
+  To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong,
+  Onely diuis'd the Archers to defend,
+  Pointed with Iron and of fiue foote long;
+  To be remou'd still which way they should bend,
+  Where the French Horse should thick'st vpon them throng
+    Which when the Host to charge each other went,
+    Show'd his great wit that first did them inuent.
+
+[Stanza 172: _The scornfull message of the French to the King of
+England._]
+
+[_The Kings answer to the French._]
+
+  Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight,
+  The French themselues assuring of the day;
+  Send to the King of England (as in spight)
+  To know what he would for his Ransome pay,
+  Who with this answere doth their scorne requite:
+  I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay,
+    And e'r the day be past, I hope to see,
+    That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.
+
+[Stanza 173: _The Constables Oration to the French._]
+
+  The French which found how little Henry makes,
+  Of their vaine boasts, as set therewith on fire,
+  Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes;
+  The Constable to raise their spleene the hyer,
+  Thus speakes: Braue friends now for your Grandsires sakes,
+  Your Country, Honours, or what may inspire
+    Your soules with courage, straine vp all your powers,
+    To make this day victoriously ours.
+
+[Stanza 174]
+
+  Forward stout French, your valours and aduance,
+  By taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine,
+  And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
+  Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine:
+  Now with your swords their Traytours bosomes lance,
+  And with their bloods wash out that ancient staine,
+    And make our earth drunke with the English gore,
+    Which hath of ours oft surfited before.
+
+[Stanza 175]
+
+  Let not one liue in England once to tell,
+  What of their King, or of the rest became:
+  Nor to the English, what in France befell:
+  But what is bruted by the generall fame:
+  But now the Drummes began so lowd to yell,
+  As cut off further what he would declame:
+    And Henry seeing them on so fast to make,
+    Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake.
+
+[Stanza 176: _The King of Englands Oration to the English._]
+
+  Thinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause,
+  And he's no man their number that will wey;
+  Thus our great Grandsire purchas'd his applause,
+  The more they are, the greater is our prey,
+  We'll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes,
+  And let report to England this Conuey
+    That it for me no Ransome e'r shall rayse,
+    Either I'le Conquer, or here end my dayes.
+
+[Stanza 177]
+
+  It were no glory for vs to subdue
+  Them, then our number, were the French no more;
+  When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue,
+  Three times so many as themselues before,
+  But to doe something that were strange and new:
+  Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore;
+    Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne,
+    And with their swords we'll hewe yan Forrest downe.
+
+[Stanza 178]
+
+  The meanest Souldier if in Fight he take,
+  The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne,
+  Without controule shall him his prisoner make,
+  And haue his Ransome freely as his owne:
+  Now English lyes our Honour at the stake,
+  And now or neuer be our Valour showne:
+    God and our Cause, Saint George for England stands,
+    Now Charge them English, fortune guide your hands.
+
+[Stanza 179]
+
+  When hearing one wish all the valiant men
+  At home in England, with them present were;
+  The King makes answere instantly agen,
+  I would not haue one man more then is here:
+  If we subdue, lesse should our praise be then:
+  If ouercome, lesse losse shall England beare:
+    And to our numbers we should giue that deede,
+    Which must from Gods owne powerfull hand proceede.
+
+[Stanza 180: _The high valour of the King of England._]
+
+  The dreadfull Charge the Drummes & Trumpets sound,
+  With hearts exalted, though with humbled eyes,
+  When as the English kneeling on the ground,
+  Extend their hands vp to the glorious skyes;
+  Then from the earth as though they did rebound,
+  Actiue as fire immediatly they rise:
+    And such a shrill showt from their throats they sent,
+    As made the French to stagger as they went.
+
+[Stanza 181: _Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the Signall to the English._]
+
+  Wherewith they stopt, when Erpingham which led
+  The Armie, sawe, the showt had made them stand,
+  Wafting his Warder thrice about his head,
+  He cast it vp with his auspicious hand,
+  Which was the signall through the English spread,
+  That they should Charge: which as a dread command
+    Made them rush on, yet with a second rore,
+    Frighting the French worse then they did before.
+
+[Stanza 182]
+
+  But when they sawe the Enemie so slowe,
+  Which they expected faster to come on,
+  Some scattering Shot they sent out as to showe,
+  That their approach they onely stood vpon;
+  Which with more feruour made their rage to glowe,
+  So much disgrace that they had vnder-gone.
+    Which to amend with Ensignes let at large,
+    Vpon the English furiously they Charge.
+
+[Stanza 183: _A Simily of the French charging the English._]
+
+  At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy Tide,
+  Shou'd by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise
+  At the full height, against the ragged side
+  Of so me rough Cliffe (of a Gigantick sise)
+  Foming with rage impetuously doth ride;
+  The angry French (in no lesse furious wise)
+    Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse,
+    Assayle the English to dispierce their force.
+
+[Stanza 184: _The three hundred Archers layd in ambush, disorder the
+French men at Armes at the first encounter._]
+
+  When as those Archers there in Ambush layde,
+  Hauing their Broad side as they came along,
+  With their barb'd Arrowes the French Horses payde:
+  And in their flankes like cruell Hornets stong:
+  They kick and crie, of late that proudly nayde:
+  And from their seats their Armed Riders flong:
+    They ranne together flying from the Dike,
+    And make their Riders one another strike.
+
+[Stanza 185]
+
+  And whilst the Front of the French Vanguard makes,
+  Vpon the English thinking them to Route,
+  Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes,
+  And being wounded, turne themselues about:
+  The Bit into his teeth the Courser takes,
+  And from his Rank flyes with his Master out,
+    Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne,
+    If in the throng not both together throwne.
+
+[Stanza 186]
+
+  Tumbling on heapes, some of their Horses cast
+  With their foure feete all vp into the ayre:
+  Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last:
+  Some breake their Raynes, and thence their Riders beare:
+  Some with their feete stick in the Stirups fast,
+  By their fierce Iades, are trayled here and there:
+    Entangled in their Bridles, one back drawes,
+    And pluckes the Bit out of anothers iawes.
+
+[Stanza 187]
+
+  With showers of Shafts yet still the English ply
+  The French so fast, vpon the point of flight:
+  With the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by,
+  Not all this while had medled in the Fight,
+  Vpon the Horses as in Chase they flye,
+  Arrowes so thick, in such aboundance light,
+    That their broad buttocks men like Butts might see,
+    Whereat for pastime Bow-men shooting be.
+
+[Stanza 188: _Two wings of French horse defeated._]
+
+  When soone De Linnies and Sureres hast,
+  To ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle,
+  With two light wings of Horse which had beene plac't,
+  Still to supply where any should recoyle:
+  But yet their Forces they but vainely waste,
+  For being light, into the generall spoyle.
+    Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine,
+    Yet scapes himselfe; but braue Sureres slaine.
+
+[Stanza 189]
+
+  The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped,
+  Sends his command that instantly it stay,
+  Desiring Yorke so brauely that had led,
+  To hold his Souldiers in their first array,
+  For it the Conflict very much might sted,
+  Somewhat to fall aside, and giue him way,
+    Till full vp to him he might bring his power,
+    And make the Conquest compleate in an hower.
+
+[Stanza 190: _The English Vaward and maine Battaile charge the French
+both at once._]
+
+  Which Yorke obayes, and vp King Henry comes,
+  When for his guidance he had got him roome.
+  The dreadfull bellowing of whose strait-brac'd Drummes,
+  To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome,
+  And them with such stupidity benummes,
+  As though the earth had groaned from her wombe,
+    For the grand slaughter ne'r began till then,
+    Couering the earth with multitudes of men.
+
+[Stanza 191]
+
+  Vpon the French what Englishman not falls,
+  (By the strong Bowmen beaten from their Steeds)
+  With Battle-axes, Halberts, Bills, and Maules,
+  Where, in the slaughter euery one exceedes,
+  Where euery man, his fellow forward calls,
+  And shows him where some great-born Frenchman bleeds
+    Whilst Scalps about like broken pot sherds fly,
+    And kill, kill, kill, the Conquering English cry.
+
+[Stanza 192]
+
+  Now wexed horror to the very height,
+  And scarse a man but wet-shod went in gore,
+  As two together are in deadly fight,
+  And to death wounded, as one tumbleth ore,
+  This Frenchman falling, with his very weight
+  Doth kill another strucken downe before,
+    As he againe so falling, likewise feeles
+    His last breath hastned by anothers heeles.
+
+[Stanza 193]
+
+  And whilst the English eagerly pursue
+  The fearefull French before them still that fly,
+  The points of Bills and Halbers they imbrue
+  In their sicke Bowels, beaten downe that lye,
+  No man respects how, or what blood he drew,
+  Nor can heare those that for their mercie cry.
+    Ears are damm'd vp with howles and hellish sounds
+    One fearefull noyse a fearefuller confounds.
+
+[Stanza 194: _Charles de la Breth Constable of France._]
+
+  When the couragious Constable of France,
+  Th'vnlucky Vanguard valiantly that led,
+  Sawe the day turn'd by this disastrous chance,
+  And how the French before the English fled;
+  O stay (quoth he) your Ensignes yet aduance,
+  Once more vpon the Enemy make head:
+    Neuer let France say, we were vanquisht so,
+    With our backs basely turn'd vpon our Foe.
+
+[Stanza 195: _The Admirall._]
+
+  Whom the Chattillyon hapned to accost,
+  And seeing thus the Constable dismayde:
+  Shift noble Lord (quoth he) the day is lost,
+  If the whole world vpon the match were layde,
+  I cannot thinke but that Black Edwards Ghost
+  Assists the English, and our Horse hath frayde;
+    If not, some Diuels they haue with them then,
+    That fight against vs in the shapes of men.
+
+[Stanza 196]
+
+  Not I my Lord, the Constable replies:
+  By my blest soule, the Field I will not quit:
+  Whilst two braue Battailes are to bring supplies:
+  Neither of which one stroke haue strucken yet:
+  Nay (quoth Dampeir) I doe not this aduise
+  More then your selfe, that I doe feare a whit:
+    Spurre vp my Lord, then side to side with mee,
+    And that I feare not, you shall quickly see.
+
+[Stanza 197: _The Admirall slaine._]
+
+  They struck their Rowells to the bleeding sides
+  Of their fierce Steeds into the ayre that sprong:
+  And as their fury at that instant guides:
+  They thrust themselues into the murth'ring throng,
+  Where such bad fortune those braue Lords betides:
+  The Admirall from off his Horse was flong,
+    For the sterne English downe before them beere
+    All that withstand, the Pesant and the Peere.
+
+[Stanza 198: _The Constable slaine._]
+
+  Which when the noble Constable with griefe,
+  Doth this great Lord vpon the ground behold;
+  In his account so absolute a Chiefe,
+  Whose death through France he knew would be condol'd,
+  Like a braue Knight to yeeld his friend reliefe,
+  Doing as much as possibly he could,
+    Both horse and man is borne into the mayne,
+    And from his friend not halfe a furlong slayne.
+
+[Stanza 199]
+
+  Now Willoughby vpon his well-Arm'd Horse,
+  Into the midst of this Battalion brought,
+  And valiant Fanhope no whit lesse in force,
+  Himselfe hath thither through the squadrons raught,
+  Whereas the English without all remorce,
+  (Looking like men that deepely were distraught)
+    Smoking with sweat, besmear'd with dust and blood,
+    Cut into Cantels all that them withstood.
+
+[Stanza 200]
+
+  Yet whilst thus hotely they hold vp the Chase
+  Vpon the French, and had so high a hand:
+  The Duke of Burbon to make good his place,
+  Inforc'd his troupes (with much adoe) to stand,
+  To whom the Earle of Suffolke makes a pace,
+  Bringing a fresh, and yet-vnfought-with Band:
+    Of valiant Bill-men, Oxford with successe,
+    Vp with his Troupes doth with the other presse.
+
+[Stanza 201]
+
+  When in comes Orleance, quite thrust off before,
+  By those rude crowdes that from the English ran,
+  Encouraging stout Burbons Troupes the more,
+  T'affront the Foe that instantly began:
+  Faine would the Duke (if possible) restore,
+  (Doing as much as could be done by man)
+    Their Honour lost, by this their late Defeate,
+    And caused onely, by their base Retreate.
+
+[Stanza 202]
+
+  Their men at Armes their Lances closely lock
+  One in another, and come vp so round,
+  That by the strength and horrour of the shock,
+  They forc'd the English to forsake their ground,
+  Shrinking no more then they had beene a Rock,
+  Though by the Shafts receiuing many a wound,
+    As they would showe, that they were none of those,
+    That turn'd their backs so basely to their Foes.
+
+[Stanza 203: _The courage of Woodhouse remarkable._]
+
+  Panting for breath, his Murrian in his hand,
+  Woodhouse comes in as back the English beare,
+  My Lords (quoth he) what now inforc'd to stand,
+  When smiling Fortune off'reth vs so faire,
+  The French lye yonder like to wreakes of sand,
+  And you by this our glory but impaire:
+    Or now, or neuer, your first Fight maintaine,
+    Chatillyon and the Constable are slaine.
+
+[Stanza 204]
+
+  Hand ouer head pell mell vpon them ronne,
+  If you will proue the Masters of the day,
+  Ferrers and Greystock haue so brauely done,
+  That I enuie their glory, and dare say,
+  From all the English, they the Gole haue woone;
+  Either let's share, or they'll beare all away.
+    This spoke, his Ax about his head he flings,
+    And hasts away, as though his heeles had winges.
+
+[Stanza 205]
+
+  The Incitation of this youthfull Knight,
+  Besides amends for their Retrayte to make,
+  Doth re-enforce their courage, with their might:
+  A second Charge with speed to vndertake;
+  Neuer before were they so mad to fight,
+  When valiant Fanhope thus the Lords bespake,
+    Suffolke and Oxford as braue Earles you be,
+    Once more beare vp with Willoughby and me.
+
+[Stanza 206]
+
+  Why now, me think'st I heare braue Fanhope speake,
+  Quoth noble Oxford, thou hast thy desire:
+  These words of thine shall yan Battalion breake:
+  And for my selfe I neuer will retire,
+  Vntill our Teene vpon the French we wreake:
+  Or in this our last enterprise expire:
+    This spoke, their Gauntlets each doth other giue,
+    And to the Charge as fast as they could driue.
+
+[Stanza 207]
+
+  That slaughter seem'd to haue but stay'd for breath,
+  To make the horrour to ensue the more:
+  With hands besmear'd with blood, when meager Death
+  Looketh more grisly then he did before:
+  So that each body seem'd but as a sheath
+  To put their swords in, to the Hilts in gore:
+    As though that instant were the end of all,
+    To fell the French, or by the French to fall.
+
+[Stanza 208: _A Simily of the apparance of the Battell._]
+
+  Looke how you see a field of standing Corne,
+  When some strong winde in Summer haps to blowe,
+  At the full height, and ready to be shorne,
+  Rising in waues, how it doth come and goe
+  Forward and backward, so the crowds are borne,
+  Or as the Edie turneth in the flowe:
+    And aboue all the Bills and Axes play,
+    As doe the Attoms in the Sunny ray.
+
+[Stanza 209]
+
+  Now with mayne blowes their Armours are vnbras'd,
+  And as the French before the English fled,
+  With their browne Bills their recreant backs they baste,
+  And from their shoulders their faint Armes doe shred,
+  One with a gleaue neere cut off by the waste,
+  Another runnes to ground with halfe a head:
+    Another stumbling falleth in his flight,
+    Wanting a legge, and on his face doth light.
+
+[Stanza 210]
+
+  The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,
+  And those fewe left them ready still to route,
+  Hauing great skill, and no lesse courage showne;
+  Yet of their safeties much began to doubt,
+  For hauing fewe about them of their owne,
+  And by the English so impal'd about,
+    Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld,
+    Or else abide the fury of the field.
+
+[Stanza 211: _The Duke of Burbon and Orleance taken prisoners._]
+
+  They put themselues on those victorious Lords,
+  Who led the Vanguard with so good successe,
+  Bespeaking them with honourable words,
+  Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse,
+  Who by the strength of their commanding swords,
+  Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring presse,
+    By Suffolks ayde till they away were sent,
+    Who with a Guard conuay'd them to his Tent.
+
+[Stanza 212]
+
+  When as their Souldiers to eschew the sack,
+  Gainst their owne Battell bearing in their flight,
+  By their owne French are strongly beaten back:
+  Lest they their Ranks, should haue disord'red quight,
+  So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack
+  Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,
+    Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd
+    To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem'd.
+
+[Stanza 213: _Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon._]
+
+  And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,
+  Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,
+  And let that Villaine from the field that flyes
+  By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:
+  All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes
+  On this dayes battell, let me be the first
+    That turn'd yee back vpon your desperate Foes,
+    To saue our Honours, though our lyues we lose.
+
+[Stanza 214]
+
+  To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe, which long
+  Had in the Battaile ranged here and there,
+  A thousand Bills, a thousand Bowes among,
+  And had seene many spectakles of feare,
+  And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong,
+  By that which he had chanst from him to heare,
+    Vpon the shoulder claps him, Prince quoth he,
+    Since I mast fall, � let me fall with thee.
+
+[Stanza 215]
+
+  Scarse had he spoke, but th'English them inclose,
+  And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,
+  Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,
+  When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,
+  Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,
+  Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,
+    In this small time, who since the Field begun,
+    Haue done as much, as can by men be done.
+
+[Stanza 216]
+
+  Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,
+  Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine,
+  Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue,
+  And for their Ransomes two such to retaine:
+  Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue,
+  And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine,
+    And with such danger through the presse they wade,
+    As of their liues but small account they made.
+
+[Stanza 217: _The Daulphin of Auerney slaine._]
+
+[_The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner._]
+
+  Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get,
+  Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay,
+  The valient Daulphin had discharg'd his debt,
+  Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day.
+  The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset:
+  Had left all hope of life to scape away:
+    Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came,
+    And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name.
+
+[Stanza 218]
+
+  Now the mayne Battaile of the French came on,
+  The Vanward vanquisht, quite the Field doth flye,
+  And other helpes besides this, haue they none:
+  But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,
+  And therefore now it standeth them vpon,
+  To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:
+    For the fierce English charge so home and sore,
+    As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.
+
+[Stanza 219: _The Duke of Yorke slaine._]
+
+  The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,
+  Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,
+  And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,
+  Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,
+  Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne,
+  So that the French which quickly got betweene
+    Him and his succours, that great Chiefetaine slue,
+    Who brauely fought whilest any breath he drew.
+
+[Stanza 220: _The King heareth of the Duke of Yorks death._]
+
+  The newes soone brought to this Couragious King,
+  Orespred his face with a distempred Fire,
+  Though making little shew of any thing,
+  Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire,
+  More then before the Frenchmen menacing;
+  And hee was heard thus softly to respire:
+    Well, of thy blood reuenged will I bee,
+    Or ere one houre be past Ile follow thee.
+
+[Stanza 221: _The Kings resolution._]
+
+  When as the frolike Caualry of France,
+  That in the head of the maine Battaile came,
+  Perceiu'd the King of England to aduance,
+  To Charge in person; It doth them inflame,
+  Each one well hoping it might be his chance
+  To sease vpon him, which was all their ayme,
+    Then with the brauest of the English mett,
+    Themselues that there before the King had sett.
+
+[Stanza 222: _The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English, at the
+Ioyning of the two mayne Battailes, in fiue Stanzas._]
+
+  When the Earle of Cornewal with vnusuall force,
+  Encounters Grandpre (next that came to hand)
+  In Strength his equall, blow for blow they scorce,
+  Weelding their Axes as they had beene wands,
+  Till the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse
+  Ouer whom straight the Count Salines stands,
+    And lendeth Cornwal such a blow withall,
+    Ouer the Crupper that he makes him fall.
+
+[Stanza 223]
+
+  Cornwal recouers, for his Armes were good,
+  And to Salines maketh vp againe,
+  Who changde such boysterous buffets, that the blood,
+  Doth through the Ioints of their strong Armour straine,
+  Till Count Salines sunck downe where he stood,
+  Blamount who sees the Count Salines slaine,
+    Straight copes with Cornwal beaten out of breath
+    Till Kent comes in, and rescues him from death.
+
+[Stanza 224]
+
+  Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth flye,
+  Who at the Earle with no lesse courage struck,
+  And one the other with such knocks they plye,
+  That eithers Axe in th'others Helmet stuck;
+  Whilst they are wrastling, crossing thigh with thigh;
+  Their Axes pykes, which soonest out should pluck:
+    They, fall to ground like in their Casks to smother,
+    With their clutcht Gauntlets cuffing one another.
+
+[Stanza 225: _Called Cluet of Brabant._]
+
+  Couragious Cluet grieued at the sight
+  Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall,
+  Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might;
+  Whose comming seem'd the stout Lord Scales to call,
+  Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight,
+  When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall,
+    Gainst him goes Roussy, in then Louell ran,
+    Whom next Count Moruyle chuseth as his man.
+
+[Stanza 226]
+
+  Their Curates are vnriuetted with blowes,
+  With horrid wounds their breasts and faces slasht;
+  There drops a cheeke, and there falls off a nose:
+  And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht;
+  Yet still the Better with the English goes;
+  The earth of France with her owne blood is washt;
+    They fall so fast, she scarse affords them roome,
+    That one mans Trunke becomes anothers Toombe.
+
+[Stanza 227: _The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntingdon
+With breach of promise._]
+
+  When Suffolk chargeth Huntingdon with sloth,
+  Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin,
+  And had neglected his fast plighted troth
+  Vpon the Field, the Battaile to begin,
+  That where the one was, there they would be both;
+  When the stout Earle of Huntingdon, to win
+    Trust with his friends; doth this himselfe enlarge
+    To this great Earle who dares him thus to charge.
+
+[Stanza 228]
+
+  My Lord (quoth he) it is not that I feare,
+  More then your selfe, that so I haue not gone;
+  But that I haue beene forced to be neare
+  The King, whose person I attend vpon,
+  And that I doubt not but to make appeare
+  Now, if occasion shall but call me on,
+    Looke round about my Lord, if you can see,
+    Some braue aduenture worthy you and me.
+
+[Stanza 229: _A desperate attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon._]
+
+  See yan proud Banner, of the Duke of Barres,
+  Me thinkst it wafts vs, and I heare it say,
+  Wher's that couragious Englishman that darres,
+  Aduenture, but to carry me away,
+  This were a thing, now worthy of our warres;
+  I'st true, quoth Suffolke, by this blessed day,
+    On, and weele haue it, sayst thou so indeed,
+    Quoth Huntingdon, then Fortune be our speed.
+
+[Stanza 230]
+
+  And through the Ranckes then rushing in their pride,
+  They make a Lane; about them so they lay,
+  Foote goes with foote, and side is ioynde to side,
+  They strike downe all that stand within their way,
+  And to direct them, haue no other guide,
+  But as they see the multitude to sway;
+    And as they passe, the French as to defie,
+    Saint George for England and the King they cry.
+
+[Stanza 231: _One braue exploit begetteth another._]
+
+  By their examples, each braue English blood,
+  Vpon the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne,
+  Thick there as trees within a well-growne wood;
+  Where great Atchiements instantly were done,
+  Against them toughly whilst that Nation stood,
+  But � what man his destinie can shunne
+    That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne,
+    When he much valour sundry wayes hath showne.
+
+[Stanza 232: _The Earle of Suffolke slaine._]
+
+  Which the proud English further doth prouoke,
+  Who to destruction bodily were bent,
+  That the maine Battaile instantly they broke,
+  Vpon the French so furiously they went
+  And not an English but doth scorne a stroake,
+  If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent,
+    Who weake with wounds, their weapons from them threw,
+    With which the English fearefully them slue.
+
+[Stanza 233: _The English kill the French with their owne weapons._]
+
+  Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne,
+  By those vnarm'd that from the English fled,
+  All further hopes then vtterly forlorne,
+  His Noble heart in his full Bosome bled;
+  What Fate, quoth he, our ouerthrowe hath sworne,
+  Must France a Prisoner be to England led,
+    Well, if she be so, yet Ile let her see,
+    She beares my Carkasse with her, and not me.
+
+[Stanza 234]
+
+  And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere,
+  When with the courage of a valiant Knight
+  (As one that knew not, or forgot to feare)
+  He tow'rds King Henry maketh in the fight,
+  And all before him as he downe doth beare,
+  Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light:
+    Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth bring,
+    Scarse two Pykes length that came before the King.
+
+[Stanza 235: _The Duke of Glocester ouerthrowne by the Duke of
+Alanzon._]
+
+  Their Staues both strongly riuetted with steele,
+  At the first stroke each other they astound,
+  That as they staggering from each other reele;
+  The Duke of Gloster falleth to the ground:
+  When as Alanzon round about doth wheele,
+  Thinking to lend him his last deadly wound:
+    In comes the King his Brothers life to saue
+    And to this braue Duke, a fresh on-set gaue.
+
+[Stanza 236]
+
+  When as themselues like Thunderbolts they shot,
+  One at the other, and the Lightning brake
+  Out of their Helmets, and againe was not,
+  E'r of their strokes, the eare a sound could take
+  Betwixt them two, the Conflict grew so hot,
+  Which those about them so amaz'd doth make,
+    That they stood still as wondring at the sight,
+    And quite forgot that they themselues must fight.
+
+[Stanza 237: _The King of England in danger to be slaine, by the Duke of
+Alanzon._]
+
+  Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,
+  That with a stroke (as he was wondrous strong)
+  He cleft the Crowne that on his Helme he wore,
+  And tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong:
+  Then with a second brus'd his Helme before,
+  That it his forehead pittifully wroong:
+    As some that sawe it certainly had thought,
+    The King therewith had to the ground beene brought.
+
+[Stanza 238: _Alanzon beaten downe by the King of England._]
+
+  But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit,
+  (As now his valour lay vpon the Rack)
+  Vpon the face the Duke so strongly hit,
+  As in his Saddle layde him on his back,
+  And once perceiuing that he had him split,
+  Follow'd his blowes, redoubling thwack on thwack:
+    Till he had lost his Stirups, and his head
+    Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread.
+
+[Stanza 239: _The King killeth two Gentlemen that aduenture to rescue
+the Duke._]
+
+  When soone two other seconding their Lord,
+  His kind Companions in this glorious prize,
+  Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor'd,
+  If to his feet his Armes would let him rise:
+  On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor'd;
+  Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies,
+    And on his body slew them both, whilst he
+    Recouering was their ayde againe to be.
+
+[Stanza 240]
+
+  The King thus made the Master of the Fight:
+  The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye:
+  Henry I'le pay my Ransome, doe me right:
+  I am the Duke Alanzon; it is I.
+  The King to saue him putting all his might,
+  Yet the rude Souldiers, with their showt and crie,
+    Quite drown'd his voyce, his Helmet being shut,
+    And, that braue Duke into small peeces cut.
+
+[Stanza 241: _The Duke of Alanzon slaine._]
+
+  Report once spred, through the distracted Host,
+  Of their prime hope, the Duke Alanzon slayne:
+  That flower of France, on whom they trusted most:
+  They found their valour was but then in vayne:
+  Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost,
+  Who slowly fled before, now ranne amayne.
+    Nor could a man be found, but that dispaires
+    Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs.
+
+[Stanza 242: _The Duke Neuers taken prisoner._]
+
+  The Duke Neuers, now in this sad retreat,
+  By Dauid Gam and Morisby persude,
+  (Who throughly chaf'd, neere melted into sweat,
+  And with French blood their Poleaxes imbrud)
+  They sease vpon him following the defeate,
+  Amongst the faint, and fearefull multitude;
+    When a contention fell betweene them twaine,
+    To whom the Duke should rightfully pertaine.
+
+[Stanza 243: _Morisby and Gam at contention for the Duke of Neuers._]
+
+  I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase,
+  Quoth Morrisby; but lefts him in the throng,
+  Then put I on; quoth Gam, hast thou the face,
+  Insulting Knight, to offer me this wrong;
+  Quoth Morrisby, who shall decide the case,
+  Let him confesse to whom he doth belong;
+    Let him (quoth Gam) but if't be not to me,
+    For any right you haue, he may goe free.
+
+[Stanza 244: _Morisby a braue young Knight._]
+
+[_Dauid Gam oft mentioned in this Poem._]
+
+  With that couragious Morrisby grew hot,
+  Were not said he his Ransome worth a pin,
+  Now by these Armes I weare thou gett'st him not:
+  Or if thou do'st, thou shalt him hardly win;
+  Gam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot,
+  To bend his Axe vpon him doth begin:
+    He his at him, till the Lord Beamount came
+    Their rash attempt, and wisely thus doth blame.
+
+[Stanza 245]
+
+  Are not the French twice trebl'd to our power,
+  And fighting still, nay, doubtfull yet the day:
+  Thinke you not these vs fast enough deuoure:
+  But that your braues the Army must dismay:
+  If ought but good befell vs in this howre:
+  This be you sure your lyues for it must pay:
+    Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see,
+    And then decide whose prisoner he shall be.
+
+[Stanza 246: _The Duke of Excester cometh in with the Reare._]
+
+  Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare
+  Came on, which long had labour'd to come in:
+  And with the Kings mayne Battell vp doth beare;
+  Who still kept off, till the last houre had bin:
+  He cryes and clamours eu'ry way doth heare:
+  But yet he knew not which the day should win:
+    Nor askes of any what were fit to doe,
+    But where the French were thick'st, he falleth to.
+
+[Stanza 247]
+
+  The Earle of Vandom certainly that thought,
+  The English fury somewhat had beene stayde:
+  Weary with slaughter as men ouer-wrought,
+  Nor had beene spurr'd on by a second ayde:
+  For his owne safety, then more fiercely fought,
+  Hoping the tempest somewhat had been layde:
+    And he thereby (though suff'ring the defeate,)
+    Might keep his Reareward whole in his Retreate.
+
+[Stanza 248]
+
+  On whom the Duke of Excester then fell,
+  Reare with the Reare now for their Valours vy,
+  Ours finde the French their lyues will dearely sell;
+  And th'English meane as dearely them to buy:
+  The English follow, should they runne through hell,
+  And through the same the French must, if they flye,
+    When too't they goe, deciding it with blowes,
+    With th'one side now, then with th'other't goes.
+
+[Stanza 249]
+
+  But the sterne English with such luck and might,
+  (As though the Fates had sworne to take their parts)
+  Vpon the French preuailing in the Fight,
+  With doubled hands, and with re-doubled harts,
+  The more in perill still the more in plight,
+  Gainst them whom Fortune miserably thwarts:
+    Disabled quite before the Foe to stand,
+    But fall like grasse before the Mowers hand.
+
+[Stanza 250: _The Earle of Vandome slaine._]
+
+  That this French Earle is beaten on the Field,
+  His fighting Souldiers round about him slaine;
+  And when himselfe a Prisoner he would yeeld,
+  And beg'd for life, it was but all in vaine;
+  Their Bills the English doe so easely weeld
+  To kill the French, as though it were no paine;
+    For this to them was their auspicious day,
+    The more the English fight, the more they may.
+
+[Stanza 251]
+
+  When now the Marshall Boucequalt, which long
+  Had through the Battaile waded eu'ry way,
+  Oft hazarded the murther'd Troupes among,
+  Encouraging them to abide the day:
+  Finding the Army that he thought so strong,
+  Before the English faintly to dismay,
+    Brings on the wings which of the rest remain'd,
+    With which the Battaile stoutly he maintain'd.
+
+[Stanza 252: _Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred
+Archers._]
+
+  Till olde Sir Thomas Erpingham at last,
+  With those three hundred Archers commeth in,
+  Which layd in ambush not three houres yet past;
+  Had the Defeat of the French Army bin,
+  With these that noble Souldier maketh hast,
+  Lest other from him should the honour win:
+    Who as before now stretch their well-wax'd strings,
+    At the French Horse then comming in the wings.
+
+[Stanza 253]
+
+  The soyle with slaughter eu'ry where they load,
+  Whilst the French stoutly to the English stood,
+  The drops from eithers emptied veynes that flow'd,
+  Where it was lately firme had made a flood:
+  But heau'n that day to the braue English ow'd;
+  The Sunne that rose in water, set in blood:
+    Nothing but horrour to be look'd for there,
+    And the stout Marshall vainely doth but feare.
+
+[Stanza 254: _The Marshall of France slaine._]
+
+  His Horse sore wounded whilst he went aside,
+  To take another still that doth attend,
+  A shaft which some too-lucky hand doth guide,
+  Peircing his Gorget brought him to his end;
+  Which when the proud Lord Falkonbridge espide,
+  Thinking from thence to beare away his friend,
+    Strucke from his Horse, with many a mortall wound,
+    Is by the English nayled to the ground.
+
+[Stanza 255]
+
+  The Marshalls death so much doth them affright,
+  That downe their weapons instantly they lay,
+  And better yet to fit them for their flight,
+  Their weightier Armes, they wholly cast away,
+  Their hearts so heauy, makes their heeles so light,
+  That there was no intreating them to stay,
+    Ore hedge and ditch distractedly they take,
+    And happiest he, that greatest haste could make.
+
+[Stanza 256: _Count Vadamount._]
+
+[_The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince._]
+
+  When Vadamount now in the Conflict mett,
+  With valient Brabant, whose high valour showne
+  That day, did many a blunted Courage whett,
+  Else long before that from the Field had flowne,
+  Quoth Vadamount, see how we are besett,
+  To death like to be troden by our owne,
+    My Lord of Brabant, what is to be done?
+    See how the French before the English runne.
+
+[Stanza 257: _A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant against the
+French._]
+
+  Why, let them runne and neuer turne the head,
+  Quoth the braue Duke, vntill their hatefull breath
+  Forsake their Bodies, and so farre haue fled,
+  That France be not disparadg'd by their death:
+  Who trusts to Cowards ne'r is better sped,
+  Be he accurst, with such that holdeth faith,
+    Slaughter consume the Recreants as they flye,
+    Branded with shame, so basely may they dye.
+
+[Stanza 258]
+
+  Ignoble French, your fainting Cowardize craues
+  The dreadfull curse of your owne Mother earth,
+  Hardning her breast, not to allow you graues,
+  Be she so much ashamed of your birth;
+  May he be curst that one of you but saues,
+  And be in France hereafter such a dearth
+    Of Courage, that men from their wits it feare,
+    A Drumme, or Trumpet when they hap to heare.
+
+[Stanza 259: _Anthony Duke of Brabant, sonne to the Duke of Burgundy._]
+
+  From Burgundy brought I the force I had,
+  To fight for them, that ten from one doe flye;
+  It splits my breast, O that I could be mad;
+  To vexe these Slaues who would not dare to dye:
+  In all this Army is there not a Lad,
+  Th'ignoble French for Cowards that dare crye:
+    If scarse one found, then let me be that one,
+    The English Army that oppos'd alone.
+
+[Stanza 260: _The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine._]
+
+  This said, he puts his Horse vpon his speed,
+  And in, like lightning on the English flewe:
+  Where many a Mothers sonne he made to bleed,
+  Whilst him with much astonishment they viewe:
+  Where hauing acted many a Knight-like deed,
+  Him and his Horse they all to peeces hewe:
+    Yet he that day more lasting glory wan,
+    Except Alanzon then did any man.
+
+[Stanza 261: _Many of the French in their flight get into an old Fort._]
+
+  When as report to great King Henry came,
+  Of a vast Route which from the Battaile fled,
+  (Amongst the French most men of speciall name)
+  By the stout English fiercely followed;
+  Had for their safety, (much though to their shame)
+  Got in their flight into so strong a sted,
+    So fortifi'd by nature (as 'twas thought)
+    They might not thence, but with much blood be brought.
+
+[Stanza 262: _The Kings slight answer._]
+
+  An aged Rampire, with huge Ruines heapt,
+  Which seru'd for Shot, gainst those that should assayle,
+  Whose narrow entrance they with Crosbowes kept,
+  Whose sharpned quarres came in show'rs like hayle:
+  Quoth the braue King, first let the field be swept,
+  And with the rest we well enough shall deale;
+    Which though some heard, and so shut vp their eare,
+    Yet relish'd not with many Souldiers there.
+
+[Stanza 263]
+
+  Some that themselues by Ransomes would enrich,
+  (To make their pray of Pesants yet dispise)
+  Felt as they thought their bloody palmes to itch,
+  To be in action for their wealthy prize:
+  Others whom onely glory doth bewitch,
+  Rather then life would to this enterprize:
+    Most men seem'd willing, yet not any one
+    Would put himselfe this great exployt vpon.
+
+[Stanza 264: _Woodhouse ieereth at the attempt._]
+
+  Which Woodhouse hearing meerily thus spake,
+  (One that right well knew, both his worth and wit)
+  A dangerous thing it is to vndertake
+  A Fort, where Souldiers be defending it,
+  Perhaps they sleepe, and if they should awake,
+  With stones, or with their shafts they may vs hitt,
+    And in our Conquest whilst so well we fare,
+    It were meere folly, but I see none dare.
+
+[Stanza 265: _Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse._]
+
+  Which Gam o'r hearing (being neere at hand)
+  Not dare quoth he, and angerly doth frowne,
+  I tell thee Woodhouse, some in presence stand,
+  Dare propp the Sunne if it were falling downe,
+  Dare graspe the bolt from Thunder in his hand,
+  And through a Cannon leape into a Towne;
+    I tell thee, a resolued man may doe
+    Things, that thy thoughts, yet neuer mounted to.
+
+[Stanza 266]
+
+  I know that resolution may doe much,
+  Woodhouse replyes, but who could act my thought,
+  With his proud head the Pole might easely tuch,
+  And Gam quoth he, though brauely thou hast fought,
+  Yet not the fame thou hast attain'd too, such,
+  But that behind, as great is to be bought,
+    And yonder tis, then Gam come vp with me,
+    Where soone the King our Courages shall see.
+
+[Stanza 267]
+
+  Agreed quoth Gam, and vp their Troopes they call,
+  Hand ouer head, and on the French they ran,
+  And to the fight couragiously they fall,
+  When on both sides the slaughter soone began;
+  Fortune awhile indifferent is to all,
+  These what they may, and those doe what they can.
+    Woodhouse and Gam, vpon each other vye,
+    By Armes their manhood desperatly to try.
+
+[Stanza 268: _Captaine Gam slaine._]
+
+[_For this seruice done by Woodhouse, there was an addition of honour
+giuen him: which was a hand holding a Club: with the word _Frappe Fort_,
+which is born by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke, to this day._]
+
+  To clime the Fort the Light-Arm'd English striue,
+  And some by Trees there growing to ascend;
+  The French with Flints let at the English driue,
+  Themselues with Shields the Englishmen defend,
+  And faine the Fort downe with their hands would riue:
+  Thus either side their vtmost power extend,
+    Till valiant Gam sore wounded, drawne aside
+    By his owne Souldiers, shortly after dy'de.
+
+[Stanza 269]
+
+  Then take they vp the bodies of the slaine,
+  Which for their Targets ours before them beare,
+  And with a fresh assault come on againe;
+  Scarse in the Field yet, such a fight as there,
+  Crosse-bowes, and Long-bowes at it are amaine,
+  Vntil the French their massacre that feare,
+    Of the fierce English, a cessation craue,
+    Offring to yeeld, so they their liues would saue.
+
+[Stanza 270]
+
+  Lewis of Burbon in the furious heat
+  Of this great Battaile, hauing made some stay,
+  Who with the left wing suffered a defeate,
+  In the beginning of this lucklesse day,
+  Finding the English forcing their retreat,
+  And that much hope vpon his valour lay,
+    Fearing lest he might vndergoe some shame,
+    That were vnworthy of the Burbon name.
+
+[Stanza 271]
+
+  Hath gathered vp some scattred Troopes of Horse,
+  That in the Field stood doubtfull what to doe;
+  Though with much toyle, which he doth reinforce
+  With some small power that he doth add thereto,
+  Proclaiming still the English had the worse,
+  And now at last, with him if they would goe,
+    He dares assure them Victory, if not
+    The greatest fame that euer Souldiers gott.
+
+[Stanza 272: _A deuise of Burbons to giue encouragement to the French._]
+
+  And being wise, so Burbon to beguile
+  The French, (preparing instantly to fly)
+  Procures a Souldier, by a secret wile
+  To come in swiftly and to craue supply,
+  That if with Courage they would fight awhile,
+  It certaine was the English all should dye,
+    For that the King had offered them to yeeld,
+    Finding his troopes to leaue him on the Field.
+
+[Stanza 273]
+
+  When Arthur Earle of Richmount comming in,
+  With the right wing that long staid out of sight,
+  Hauing too lately with the English bin,
+  But finding Burbon bent againe to fight,
+  His former credit hoping yet to winn,
+  (Which at that instant easily he might)
+    Comes close vp with him, and puts on as fast,
+    Brauely resolu'd to fight it to the last.
+
+[Stanza 274]
+
+  And both encourag'd by the newes was braught
+  Of the ariuing of the Daulphins power;
+  Whose speedy Van, their Reare had almost raught,
+  (From Agincourt discouer'd from a Tower)
+  Which with the Norman Gallantry was fraught,
+  And on the suddaine comming like a shower;
+    Would bring a deluge on the English Host,
+    Whilst they yet stood their victory to boast.
+
+[Stanza 275: _A simily of the French._]
+
+  And one they come, as doth a rowling tide,
+  Forc'd by a winde, that shoues it forth so fast,
+  Till it choke vp some chanell side to side,
+  And the craz'd banks doth downe before it cast,
+  Hoping the English would them not abide,
+  Or would be so amazed at their hast,
+    That should they faile to route them at their will,
+    Yet of their blood, the fields should drinke their fill.
+
+[Stanza 276]
+
+  When as the English whose o'r-wearied Armes,
+  Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore,
+  These inexpected, and so fierce Alarmes,
+  To their first strength doe instantly restore,
+  And like a Stoue their stifned sinewes warmes,
+  To act as brauely as they did before;
+    And the proud French as stoutly to oppose,
+    Scorning to yeeld one foot despight of blowes.
+
+[Stanza 277]
+
+  The fight is fearefull, for stout Burbon brings
+  His fresher forces on with such a shocke,
+  That they were like to cut the Archers strings
+  E're they their Arrowes hansomly could nock
+  The French like Engines that were made with springs:
+  Themselues so fast into the English lock,
+    That th'one was like the other downe to beare,
+    In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.
+
+[Stanza 278]
+
+  Still staggering long they from each other reel'd,
+  Glad that themselues they so could disingage:
+  And falling back vpon the spacious field
+  (For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage)
+  Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld,
+  They with such madnesse execute their rage;
+    As though the former fury of the day,
+    To this encounter had but beene a play.
+
+[Stanza 279]
+
+  Slaughter is now desected to the full,
+  Here from their backs their batter'd Armours fall,
+  Here a sleft shoulder, there a clouen scull,
+  There hang his eyes out beaten with a mall,
+  Vntill the edges of their Bills growe dull,
+  Vpon each other they so spend their gall,
+    Wilde showtes and clamors all the ayre doe fill,
+    The French cry _tue_, and the English kill.
+
+[Stanza 280]
+
+  The Duke of Barre in this vaste spoyle by chance;
+  With the Lord Saint-Iohn on the Field doth meete,
+  Towards whom that braue Duke doth himselfe aduance,
+  Who with the like encounter him doth greete:
+  This English Barron, and this Peere of France,
+  Grapling together, falling from their feete,
+    With the rude crowdes had both to death beene crusht,
+    In for their safety, had their friends not rusht.
+
+[Stanza 281]
+
+  Both againe rais'd, and both their Souldiers shift,
+  To saue their lyues if any way they could:
+  But as the French the Duke away would lift,
+  Vpon his Armes the English taking hould,
+  (Men of that sort, that thought vpon their thrift)
+  Knowing his Ransome dearely would be sould:
+    Dragge him away in spight of their defence,
+    Which to their Quarter would haue borne him thence.
+
+[Stanza 282: _Lewes of Burbon taken prisoner by a meane Souldier._]
+
+  Meane while braue Burbon from his stirring Horse,
+  Gall'd with an Arrow to the earth is throwne;
+  By a meane Souldier seased on by force,
+  Hoping to haue him certainly his owne,
+  Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse:
+  Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne,
+    And he perceiues the Souldier him doth deeme,
+    To be a person of no meane esteeme.
+
+[Stanza 283]
+
+  Berckley and Burnell, two braue English Lords,
+  Flesht with French blood, and in their Valours pride,
+  Aboue their Arm'd heads brandishing their swords,
+  As they tryumphing through the Army ride,
+  Finding what prizes Fortune here affords
+  To eu'ry Souldier, and more wistly eyde
+    This gallant prisoner, by his Arming see,
+    Of the great Burbon family to be.
+
+[Stanza 284: _Lewes of Burbon stabd by the Souldier that took him
+prisoner._]
+
+  And from the Souldier they his Prisoner take,
+  Of which the French Lord seemeth wondrous faine
+  Thereby his safety more secure to make:
+  Which when the Souldier findes his hopes in vaine,
+  So rich a Booty forced to forsake,
+  To put himselfe, and prisoner out of paine:
+    He on the suddaine stabs him, and doth sweare,
+    Would th'aue his Ransome, they should take it there.
+
+[Stanza 285]
+
+  When Rosse and Morley making in amaine,
+  Bring the Lord Darcy vp with them along,
+  Whose Horse had lately vnder him beene slaine;
+  And they on foote found fighting in the throng,
+  Those Lords his friends remounting him againe,
+  Being a man that valiant was and strong:
+    They altogether with a generall hand,
+    Charge on the French that they could finde to stand.
+
+[Stanza 286]
+
+  And yet but vainely as the French suppos'd,
+  For th'Earle of Richmount forth such earth had found,
+  That one two sides with quick-set was enclos'd,
+  And the way to it by a rising ground,
+  By which a while the English were oppos'd,
+  At euery Charge which else came vp so round,
+    As that except the passage put them by,
+    The French as well might leaue their Armes and flye.
+
+[Stanza 287]
+
+  Vpon both parts it furiously is fought,
+  And with such quicknesse riseth to that hight,
+  That horror neede no further to be sought:
+  If onely that might satisfie the sight,
+  Who would haue fame full dearely here it bought,
+  For it was sold by measure and by waight,
+    And at one rate the price still certaine stood,
+    An ounce of honour cost a pound of blood.
+
+[Stanza 288: _The Lords Dampier and Sauesses taken prisoners._]
+
+  When so it hapt that Dampier in the Van,
+  Meetes with stout Darcy, but whilst him he prest,
+  Ouer and ouer commeth horse and man,
+  Of whom the other soone himselfe possest:
+  When as Sauesses vpon Darcy ran
+  To ayde Dampier, but as he him adrest;
+    A Halbert taking hold vpon his Greaues,
+    Him from his Saddle violently heaues.
+
+[Stanza 289]
+
+  When soone fiue hundred Englishmen at Armes,
+  That to the French had giuen many a chase;
+  And when they couered all the Field with swarmes;
+  Yet oft that day had brauely bid them base:
+  Now at the last by raising fresh Alarmes;
+  And comming vp with an vnusuall pace,
+    Made them to knowe, that they must runne or yeeld,
+    Neuer till now the English had the Field.
+
+[Stanza 290: _Arthur Earl of Richmount taken prisoner._]
+
+[_The Count du Marle slaine._]
+
+  Where Arthur Earle of Richmount beaten downe,
+  Is left (suppos'd of eu'ry one for dead)
+  But afterwards awaking from his swoone,
+  By some that found him, was recouered:
+  So Count Du Marle was likewise ouerthrowne:
+  As he was turning meaning to haue fled,
+    Who fights, the colde blade in his bosome feeles,
+    Who flyes, still heares it whisking at his heeles.
+
+[Stanza 291]
+
+  Till all disrank'd, like seely Sheepe they runne,
+  By threats nor prayers, to be constrain'd to stay;
+  For that their hearts were so extreamely done,
+  That fainting oft they fall vpon the way:
+  Or when they might a present perill shunne,
+  They rush vpon it by their much dismay,
+    That from the English should they safely flye,
+    Of their owne very feare, yet they should dye.
+
+[Stanza 292]
+
+  Some they take prisoners, other some they kill,
+  As they affect those vpon whom they fall:
+  For they as Victors may doe what they will:
+  For who this Conqueror to account dare call,
+  In gore the English seeme their soules to swill,
+  And the deiected French must suffer all;
+    Flight, cords, and slaughter, are the onely three,
+    To which themselues subiected they doe see.
+
+[Stanza 293: _The misery of the French._]
+
+  A shoolesse Souldier there a man might meete,
+  Leading his Mounsier by the armes fast bound:
+  Another, his had shackled by the feete;
+  Who like a Cripple shuffled on the ground;
+  Another three or foure before him beete,
+  Like harmefull Chattell driuen to a pound;
+    They must abide it, so the Victor will,
+    Who at his pleasure may, or saue, or kill.
+
+[Stanza 294]
+
+  That braue French Gallant, when the fight began,
+  Who lease of Lackies ambled by his side,
+  Himselfe a Lacky now most basely ran,
+  Whilst a rag'd Souldier on his Horse doth ride,
+  That Rascall is no lesse then at his man,
+  Who was but lately to his Luggadge tide;
+    And the French Lord now courtsies to that slaue,
+    Who the last day his Almes was like to craue.
+
+[Stanza 295: _The French forced to beare the wounded English on their
+backs._]
+
+  And those few English wounded in the fight,
+  They force the French to bring with them away,
+  Who when they were depressed with the weight,
+  Yet dar'd not once their burthen downe to lay,
+  Those in the morne, whose hopes were at their height,
+  Are fallne thus lowe ere the departing day;
+    With pickes of Halberts prickt in steed of goads,
+    Like tyred Horses labouring with their Loads.
+
+[Stanza 296]
+
+  But as the English from the Field returne,
+  Some of those French who when the Fight began,
+  Forsooke their friends, and hoping yet to earne,
+  Pardon, for that so cowardly they ran,
+  Assay the English Carridges to burne,
+  Which to defend them scarsely had a man;
+    For that their keepers to the field were got,
+    To picke such spoyles, as chance should them alott.
+
+[Stanza 297: _A crew of rascall French rifle the King of Englands
+Tents._]
+
+  The Captaines of this Rascall cowardly Route,
+  Were Isambert of Agincourt at hand,
+  Riflant of Clunasse a Dorpe there about,
+  And for the Chiefe in this their base command,
+  Was Robinett of Burnivile; throughout
+  The Countrie knowne, all order to withstand,
+    These with fiue hundred Peasants they had rais'd
+    The English Tents, vpon an instant seas'd.
+
+[Stanza 298]
+
+  For setting on those with the Luggadge left,
+  A few poore Sutlers with the Campe that went,
+  They basely fell to pillage and to theft,
+  And hauing rifled euery Booth and Tent,
+  Some of the sillyest they of life bereft,
+  The feare of which, some of the other sent,
+    Into the Army, with their suddaine cries,
+    Which put the King in feare of fresh supplies.
+
+[Stanza 299: _The French prisoners more in number then the English
+Souldiers._]
+
+  For that his Souldiers tyred in the fight,
+  Their Prisoners more in number then they were,
+  He thought it for a thing of too much weight,
+  T'oppose freshe forces, and to guard them there.
+  The Daulphins Powers, yet standing in their sight,
+  And Burbons Forces of the field not cleere.
+    These yearning cryes, that from the Caridge came,
+    His bloud yet hott, more highly doth inflame
+
+[Stanza 300]
+
+  And in his rage he instantly commands,
+  That euery English should his prisoner kill,
+  Except some fewe in some great Captaines hands
+  Whose Ransomes might his emptyed Cofers fill,
+  Alls one whose loose, or who is nowe in bonds,
+  Both must one way, it is the Conquerers will.
+    Those who late thought, small Ransoms them might free
+    Saw onely death their Ransomes now must be.
+
+[Stanza 301: _The English kill their prisoners._]
+
+[_Expostulation._]
+
+  Accursed French, and could it not suffize,
+  That ye but now bath'd in your natiue gore;
+  But yee must thus infortunately rise,
+  To drawe more plagues vpon yee then before,
+  And gainst your selfe more mischeife to diuise,
+  Then th'English could haue, and set wide the dore.
+    To vtter ruine, and to make an end
+    Of that your selues, which others would not spend.
+
+[Stanza 302]
+
+  Their vtmost rage the English now had breath'd,
+  And their proud heartes gan somewhat to relent,
+  Their bloody swords they quietly had sheath'd,
+  And their strong bowes already were vnbent,
+  To easefull rest their bodies they bequeath'd,
+  Nor farther harme at all to you they ment,
+    And to that paynes must yee them needsly putt,
+    To draw their kniues once more your throats to cutt.
+
+[Stanza 303: _The French cause of their own massechre._]
+
+[_A discriptyon of the Massachre in the foure following stanzas._]
+
+  That French who lately by the English stood,
+  And freely ask'd what ransome he should pay,
+  Whoe somwhat coold, and in a calmer moode,
+  Agreed with him both of the some and day,
+  Nowe findes his flesh must be the present foode,
+  For wolues and Rauens, for the same that stay.
+    And sees his blood on th'others sword to flowe,
+    E'r his quicke sense could aprehend the blowe.
+
+[Stanza 304]
+
+  Whilst one is asking what the bus'nesse is,
+  Hearing (in French) his Country-man to crye:
+  He who detaines him prisoner, answers this:
+  Mounsier, the King commands that you must dye;
+  This is plaine English, whilst he's killing his:
+  He sees another on a French man flye,
+    And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines,
+    Whilst he's demanding what the Garboyle meanes.
+
+[Stanza 305]
+
+  That tender heart whose chance it was to haue,
+  Some one, that day who did much valour showe,
+  Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue:
+  But equall Lots had Fate pleas'd to bestowe:
+  He who his prisoner willingly would saue,
+  Lastly constrain'd to giue the deadly blowe
+    That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe:
+    Turning his face, full bitterly doth weepe.
+
+[Stanza 306]
+
+  Ten thousand French that inwardly were well,
+  Saue some light hurts that any man might heale:
+  Euen at an instant, in a minute fell,
+  And their owne friends their deathes to them to deale.
+  Yet of so many, very fewe could tell,
+  Nor could the English perfectly reueale,
+    The desperate cause of this disastrous hap,
+    That euen as Thunder kill'd them with a clap.
+
+[Stanza 307]
+
+  How happy were those in the very hight,
+  Of this great Battaile, that had brauely dyde,
+  When as their boyling bosomes in the fight,
+  Felt not the sharpe steele thorough them to slide:
+  But these now in a miserable plight,
+  Must in cold blood this massacre abide,
+    Caus'd by those Villaines (curst aliue and dead,)
+    That from the field the passed morning fled.
+
+[Stanza 308]
+
+  When as the King to Crowne this glorious day,
+  Now bids his Souldiers after all this toyle,
+  (No forces found that more might them dismay)
+  Of the dead French to take the gen'rall spoyle,
+  Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu'ry way;
+  For eu'n as Clods they cou'red all the soyle,
+    Commanding none should any one controle,
+    Catch that catch might, but each man to his dole.
+
+[Stanza 309]
+
+  They fall to groping busily for gold,
+  Of which about them the slaine French had store,
+  They finde as much as well their hands can hold,
+  Who had but siluer, him they counted poore,
+  Scarfes, Chaines, and Bracelets, were not to be told,
+  So rich as these no Souldiers were before;
+    Who got a Ring would scarsly put it on,
+    Except therein there were some Radiant stone.
+
+[Stanza 310]
+
+  Out of rich sutes the Noblest French they strip,
+  And leaue their Bodies naked on the ground,
+  And each one fills his Knapsack or his Scrip;
+  With some rare thing that on the Field is found:
+  About his bus'nesse he doth nimbly skip,
+  That had vpon him many a cruell wound:
+    And where they found a French not out-right slaine,
+    They him a prisoner constantly retaine.
+
+[Stanza 311]
+
+  Who scarse a Shirt had but the day before,
+  Nor a whole Stocking to keepe out the cold,
+  Hath a whole Wardrop (at command in store)
+  In the French fashion flaunting it in gold,
+  And in the Tauerne, in his Cups doth rore,
+  Chocking his Crownes, and growes thereby so bold,
+    That proudly he a Captaines name assumes,
+    In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes.
+
+[Stanza 312]
+
+  Waggons and Carts are laden till they crackt,
+  With Armes and Tents there taken in the Field;
+  For want of carridge on whose tops are packt,
+  Ensignes, Coat-Armours, Targets, Speares, and Shields:
+  Nor neede they conuoy, fearing to be sackt;
+  For all the Country to King Henry yeelds,
+    And the poore Pesant helpes along to beare,
+    What late the goods of his proud Landlord were.
+
+[Stanza 313]
+
+  A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:
+  For a French Crowne might any where be bought,
+  But if so be that he had any scarre,
+  Though ne'r so small, he valew'd was at naught;
+  With spoyles so sated the proud English are;
+  Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,
+    Except some rich Caparizon he found,
+    For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.
+
+[Stanza 314]
+
+  And many a hundred beaten downe that were,
+  Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,
+  When as the English ouer-past they heare:
+  And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,
+  Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,
+  Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:
+    But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,
+    They were found dead, and buried with the rest.
+
+[Stanza 315]
+
+  Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear'd,
+  And of the French who were not slaine were fled:
+  Nor in the Field not any then appear'd,
+  That had the power againe to make a head:
+  This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer'd,
+  Thanking his God that he so well had sped,
+    And so tow'rds Callice brauely marching on,
+    Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.
+
+FINIS.
+
+
+
+
+  TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-
+  BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+  Fayre stood the winde for France,
+  When we our sailes aduance,
+  Nor now to proue our chance
+    Longer not tarry,
+  But put vnto the mayne:
+  At Kaux, the mouth of Seine,
+  With all his warlike trayne
+    Landed King Harry.
+
+  And taking many a forte,
+  Furnish'd in warlike sorte,
+  Comming toward Agincourte
+    (In happy houre)
+  Skermishing day by day
+  With those oppose his way,
+  Whereas the Genrall laye
+    With all his powre.
+
+  Which in his height of pride,
+  As Henry to deride,
+  His ransome to prouide
+    Vnto him sending;
+  Which he neglects the while,
+  As from a nation vyle,
+  Yet with an angry smile
+    Their fall portending.
+
+  And turning to his men,
+  Quoth famous Henry then,
+  Though they to one be ten,
+    Be not amazed:
+  Yet haue we well begun;
+  Battailes so brauely wonne
+  Euermore to the sonne
+    By fame are raysed.
+
+  And for my selfe, (quoth hee)
+  This my full rest shall bee,
+  England nere mourne for me,
+    Nor more esteeme me:
+  Victor I will remaine,
+  Or on this earth be slaine;
+  Neuer shall she sustaine
+    Losse to redeeme me.
+
+  Poiters and Cressy tell,
+  When moste their pride did swell,
+  Vnder our swords they fell:
+    Ne lesse our skill is,
+  Then when our grandsyre greate,
+  Claiming the regall seate,
+  In many a warlike feate
+    Lop'd the French lillies.
+
+  The Duke of Yorke soe dread
+  The eager vaward led;
+  With the maine Henry sped
+    Amongst his hench men.
+  Excester had the rear,
+  A brauer man not there.
+  And now preparing were
+    For the false Frenchmen
+
+  And ready to be gone.
+  Armour on armour shone,
+  Drum vnto drum did grone,
+    To hear was woonder;
+  That with the cries they make
+  The very earth did shake:
+  Trumpet to trumpet spake,
+    Thunder to thunder.
+
+  Well it thine age became,
+  O, noble Erpingham!
+  That didst the signall frame
+    Vnto the forces;
+  When from a medow by,
+  Like a storme, sodainely
+  The English archery
+    Stuck the French horses.
+
+  The Spanish vghe so strong,
+  Arrowes a cloth-yard long,
+  That like to serpents stoong,
+    Piercing the wether:
+  None from his death now starts,
+  But playing manly parts,
+  And like true English harts
+    Stuck close together.
+
+  When down theyr bowes they threw,
+  And foorth theyr bilbowes drewe,
+  And on the French they flew,
+    No man was tardy.
+  Arms from the shoulders sent,
+  Scalpes to the teeth were rent;
+  Downe the French pesants went
+    These were men hardye.
+
+  When now that noble King,
+  His broade sword brandishing,
+  Into the hoast did fling,
+    As to or'whelme it;
+  Who many a deep wound lent,
+  His armes with blood besprent,
+  And many a cruell dent
+    Brused his helmett.
+
+  Glo'ster that Duke so good,
+  Next of the royall blood,
+  For famous England stood
+    With his braue brother:
+  Clarence in steele most bright,
+  That yet a maiden knighte,
+  Yet in this furious fighte
+    Scarce such an other.
+
+  Warwick in bloode did wade,
+  Oxford the foes inuade,
+  And cruel slaughter made
+    Still as they ran vp:
+  Suffolk his axe did ply,
+  Beaumont and Willoughby
+  Bare them right doughtyly,
+    Ferrers and Fanhope.
+
+  On happy Cryspin day
+  Fought was this noble fray,
+  Which fame did not delay
+    To England to carry.
+  O! when shall Englishmen
+  With such acts fill a pen,
+  Or England breed agen
+    Such a King Harry?
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.
+
+
+Page 14, l. 3 [Stz. 4]. "_Monarchesse._" --This stately word ought to be
+revived; it is fully as legitimate as _abbess_.
+
+Page 14, l. 9 [Stz. 5]. "_A Parliament is calld._" --It met at Leicester
+on April 30th, 1414. Negotiations for a treaty with France had been
+opened on January 21st preceding. "The first indication of a claim to
+the crown of France," says Sir Harris Nicolas ("History of the Battle of
+Agincourt"), "is a commission to the Bishop of Durham and others, dated
+on the 31st of May, 1414, by which they were instructed to negotiate the
+restitution of such of their sovereign's rights as were withheld by
+Charles."
+
+Page 14, l. 17 [Stz. 6]. "_In which one Bill (mongst many) there was
+red._" --"Many petitions moved," says Holinshed, "were for that time
+deferred: amongst whyche one was that a bill exhibited in the Parliament
+holden at Westminstre in the eleventh year of King Henry the fourth,
+might now with good deliberation be pondered, and brought to some good
+conclusion. The effect of which supplication was that the temporall
+landes devoutely given, and disordinately spent by religious and other
+spirituall persons, should be seased into the Kyngs hands, sithence the
+same might suffice to maintayne to the honor of the King and defence of
+the realme fifteene Erles, fifteene�C. Knightes, six�M. two Esquiers,
+and a�C. almes houses for reliefe only of the poor, impotente, and
+needie persones, and the King to have cleerely to his cofers twentie M.
+poundes." Shakespeare ("Henry�V.," act�i., sc.�1) versifies this passage
+with the remarkable deviation of making the surplus remaining to the
+Crown one thousand pounds instead of twenty thousand pounds.
+
+Page 14, l. 23. "_Which made those Church-men generally to feare._"--
+
+  "_Cant_. If it pass against us
+  We lose the better half of our possession.
+  _Ely_. This would drink deep.
+  _Cant_. 'Twould drink the cup and all."
+
+    _Henry V._, act i., sc. 1.
+
+Though Henry did not touch the property of the English Church, he
+appropriated the revenues of one hundred and ten priories held by
+aliens, and made no restitution.
+
+Page 15, l. 32 [Stz. 11]. "_Thus frames his speech._" --"There is no
+record of any speech made by Chicheley at this parliament; we search for
+it in vain in the rolls of parliament, and in the history of the Privy
+Council." --Dean Hook, who adds in a note, "No notice would have been
+taken of what was meant by Hall for a display of his own rhetoric, if
+such splendid use of it had not been made by Shakespeare in the first
+scene of 'Henry V.'" Drayton's version of the speech departs almost
+entirely from that given by the chroniclers, who make Chicheley, as no
+doubt he would have done, dwell at great length upon Henry's alleged
+claim to the crown of France, and omit all topics unbefitting a man of
+peace. Drayton greatly curtails Chicheley's legal arguments, and makes
+him talk like a warrior and a statesman. Shakespeare has shown his usual
+exquisite judgment by following Holinshed closely as regards the matter
+of Chicheley's formal harangue, and relegating his exhortation to Henry
+to follow the example of the Black Prince to a separate discourse,
+marked off from the first by the king's interruption. Drayton has also
+missed an opportunity in omitting Henry's impressive appeal to the
+archbishop to advise him conscientiously in the matter, by which
+Shakespeare has set his hero's character in the most favourable point of
+view from the very first.
+
+Page 17, l. 9 [Stz. 17]. "_Beame._" --Bohemia.
+
+Page 19, ll. 13, 14 [Stz. 25]. "_And for they knew, the French did still
+abet The Scot against vs._" --The discussion between Westmorland and
+Exeter on the expediency of first attacking Scotland is found in
+Holinshed. In the rude old play, "The Famous Victories of Henry the
+Fifth," on which Shakespeare founded his "Henry IV." and "Henry V.," the
+argument for attacking Scotland first is put into the mouth of the
+Archbishop of Canterbury. Shakespeare's noble expansion of this scene
+from the hints of his artless predecessor and of the chroniclers is one
+of the most signal proofs of the superiority of his genius.
+
+Page 20, l. 1 [Stz. 28]. "_And instantly an Embassy is sent._" --Of the
+letters written by Henry on this occasion, Sir Harris Nicolas remarks in
+his standard work on the Battle of Agincourt, "Their most striking
+features are falsehood, hypocrisy, and impiety." Being so bad, they are
+naturally attributed by him to the much maligned Cardinal Beaufort. It
+is admitted that "in some places they approach nearly to eloquence, and
+they are throughout clear, nervous, and impressive." They are defended
+at great length by Mr. Tyler, in his "Life of Henry V."
+
+Page 20, l. 20 [Stz. 30]. "_A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent._"
+--This incident, so famous from the use made of it by Shakespeare, is
+in all probability historical, being mentioned by Thomas Otterbourne,
+a�contemporary writer, and in an inedited MS. chronicle of the same
+date. These are quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas and in Mr. Julian
+Marshall's erudite "Annals of Tennis" (London, 1878). Its being omitted
+by other contemporaries is no strong argument against its authenticity.
+Drayton follows Shakespeare and the chronicler Hall in writing _tunne_.
+Holinshed uses the less poetical term _barrel_.
+
+Page 20, ll. 28-32 [Stz. 31].--
+
+  "I'le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue
+  That they such Racket shall in Paris see,
+  When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,
+  As that before the Set be fully done,
+  France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne."
+
+On these lines Mr. Julian Marshall observes: "This passage is
+remarkable, as offering one of the first examples of the double sense of
+_racket_, meaning hubbub as well as the implement used in tennis; and
+also as showing the early use of the word _bandy_, which we shall find
+recurring later in the history of the game." None of the historians who
+have related the incident mention the pointed reply to the Dauphin put
+into Henry's mouth by Shakespeare, that he would "strike his father's
+crown into the hazard." The old playwright on whose foundation
+Shakespeare built merely says, "Tel him that in stead of balles of
+leather we wil tosse him balles of brasse and yron." Drayton must
+consequently have borrowed the term from Shakespeare, which is a pretty
+conclusive proof of his having read "Henry V." as well as witnessed its
+performance. Regarding Shakespeare's justification for the technical
+terms used by him, Mr. Marshall judiciously remarks: "It is certain that
+tennis was played and that rackets were used in the time of Henry V.;
+but whether chases were marked and a hazard invented, and to which of
+our hazards that hazard would answer, are questions which we cannot
+solve, and which doubtless never troubled 'sweet Will' for one single
+moment."
+
+Sir Harris Nicolas prints in his appendix a ballad on the story of the
+tennis balls, "obligingly communicated by Bertram Mitford, of Mitford
+Castle, in Northumberland, Esquire, who wrote it from the dictation of a
+very aged relative." He also gives another version, from what source
+derived is not stated. The Roxburghe collection of ballads at the
+British Museum contains yet a third version, which, as it differs in
+many respects from the other two, is printed as an appendix to these
+Notes. Judging from the type, the date of the Museum broadside would
+appear to be about 1750, and the piece itself can hardly be earlier than
+the eighteenth century.
+
+Page 21, l. 18 [Stz. 34]. "_Iacks._" --Machines for planing metal.
+
+Page 21, l. 19. "_An olde Fox._" --Sword, so called, it is said, from
+the figure of a fox anciently engraved upon the blade; or, as Nares
+suggests, from the name of some celebrated cutler. "Thou diest on point
+of fox" (Shakespeare, "Henry�V.," act�iv., sc.�4).
+
+Page 21, l. 23. "_Fletcher._" --An arrow-maker (_fl�chier_), with which
+trade the manufacture of bows, properly the business of the _bowyer_,
+was naturally combined. The frequency of the name in our own day might
+be alleged in proof of the ancient importance of the industry, but in
+most cases it is probably derived from _flesher_, a�butcher.
+
+Page 22, l. 1 [Stz. 36]. "_The Light-horse and the Bard._" --A�_barded_
+horse (French _bardelle_, a�pack-saddle) is one with the body entirely
+covered with armour. "For he was _barded_ from counter to tail" ("Lay of
+the Last Minstrel").
+
+Page 23, l. 17 [Stz. 42]. "_The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his
+Mule._" --"Judges and serjeants rode to Westminster Hall on mules;
+whence it is said of a young man studying the law, 'I see he was never
+born to ride upon a _moyle_' ('Every Man out of his Humour,' ii.�3);
+that is, he will never be eminent in his profession" (Nares). It is an
+odd example of the mutations of ordinary speech that if we now heard of
+a judge setting up a mule, we should understand the exact contrary of
+what was understood by Drayton. A�modern writer would more probably have
+said, set _down_.
+
+Page 23, l. 25 [Stz. 43]. "_By this, the Counsell of this Warre had
+met._" --A�curious echo of Spenser: "By this the northern waggoner had
+set."
+
+Page 24, l. 16 [Stz. 45]. "_Sleeue._" --Entirely obsolete in English,
+but France still knows the Channel as _La Manche_.
+
+Page 24, l. 19 [Stz. 46]. "_Scripts of Mart._" --Letters of marque.
+"_Mart_, originally for _Mars_. It was probably this use of _mart_ that
+led so many authors to use letters of mart, instead of marque, supposing
+it to mean _letters of war_. Under this persuasion Drayton put 'script
+of mart' as equivalent" (Nares).
+
+Page 24, l. 22. "_Deepe._" --Dieppe.
+
+Page 24, l. 28 [Stz. 47]. "_Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that
+flewe._" --It seems remarkable to meet with the _roc_ of the "Arabian
+Nights" in English so long before the existence of any translation. The
+word, however, occurs in Bishop Hall's "Satires," thirty years before
+Drayton. It probably came into our language from the Italian, being
+first used by Marco Polo, who says (part iii., chap. 35): "To return to
+the griffon; the people of the island do not know it by that name, but
+call it always _ruc_; but we, from their extraordinary size, certainly
+conclude them to be griffons."
+
+Page 25, l. 2 [Stz. 48]. "_Stoad._" --Not found in the dictionaries, but
+apparently equivalent to _stowage_, and hence in this place to _cargo_.
+
+Page 25, ll. 5, 6. "_Straitly commanded by the Admirall, At the same
+Port to settle their aboad._" --"On the 11th of April, 1415, Nicholas
+Mauduyt, serjeant-at-arms, was commanded to arrest all ships and other
+vessels carrying twenty tons or more, _as well belonging to this kingdom
+as to other countries_, which were then in the river Thames, and in
+other sea-ports of the realm as far as Newcastle-upon-Tyne, or which
+might arrive there before the 1st of May, and the said vessels were to
+be at the ports of Southampton, London, or Winchelsea by the 8th of May
+at the latest" (Sir Harris Nicolas).
+
+Page 25, l. 28 [Stz. 51]. "_Bay of Portugall_" = Bay of Biscay.
+
+Page 26, l. 14 [Stz. 53]. "_Pruce._" --Prussia.
+
+Page 26, l. 23 [Stz. 54]. "_Flee-boats._" --Flyboats, Fr. _flibots_,
+which affords a more probable etymology than _freebooter_ for
+_flibustier_ and _filibuster_.
+
+Page 27, ll. 17, 18 [Stz. 58]. "_From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders
+wonne By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came._" --"It was one of
+the earliest measures to secure shipping from Holland" (Nicolas). The
+total number of ships enumerated by Drayton as joining in the rendezvous
+at Southampton is one hundred and seventy-eight, the foreign hired
+vessels included. A�contemporary authority quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas
+makes it three hundred and twenty, made up by contingents from the
+neighbouring havens to between twelve and fourteen hundred. According to
+the list published by Sir Harris Nicolas, the number of effective
+fighting men did not exceed ten thousand five hundred, though there were
+probably as many more attendants and camp-followers.
+
+Page 27, l. 31 [Stz. 59]. "_The acclamation of the presse._" --Might be
+said in our time of any popular war, but in how different a sense!
+
+Page 28, l. 1 [Stz. 60]. --This and the following stanza are quoted by
+Sir Harris Nicolas with just admiration. In fact, Drayton's description
+of the marshalling and departure of the expedition are the best part of
+his poem.
+
+Page 29, ll. 4-6 [Stz. 64]. "_In Ensignes there, Some wore the Armes of
+their most ancient Towne, Others againe their owne Diuises beare._"
+--The catalogue which follows is entirely in the spirit of Italian
+romantic poetry, and may be especially compared with that of Agramante's
+allies and their insignia in the "Orlando Innamorato." In many instances
+the device, as Drayton says, represents the escutcheon of some town
+within the county; in others he seems to have been indebted to his
+imagination, though endeavouring not unsuccessfully to adduce some
+reason for his choice.
+
+Page 30, l. 11 [Stz. 68]. "_Brack._" --Brine.
+
+Page 30, l. 20 [Stz. 69]. "_Lyam._" --A band or thong by which to lead a
+hound; hence _lyme-hound_.
+
+Page 31, l. 3 [Stz. 71]. "_A Golden Fleece and Hereford doth weare._"
+--Grammar requires this line to begin _And Hereford_. Awkward
+dislocations, however, are not infrequent in Drayton.
+
+Page 31, l. 6. "_The Shiere whose surface seems most brute._" --George
+Eliot, like Drayton a native of fertile Warwickshire, entitles the
+neighbouring county _Stonyshire_.
+
+Page 33, l. 17 [Stz. 80]. "_The Fleet then full,_" _etc._ --Compare this
+fine stanza, which might have been written by one who had never been on
+shipboard, with the still more poetical and at the same time intensely
+realistic one of Shakespeare ("Henry V.," act iii., prologue), which
+proves that he must have been at sea on some occasion:
+
+  "Play with your fancies, and in them behold
+  Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
+  Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
+  To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
+  Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
+  Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea."
+
+Page 34, ll. 9, 10 [Stz. 83]. "_Long Boates with Scouts are put to land
+before, Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to discry._" --"Before day-break
+the next morning, Wednesday the 14th of August, John Holland, Earl of
+Huntingdon, Sir Gilbert Umfreville, and Sir John Cornwall, were sent
+with a party of cavalry to reconnoitre Harfleur and its vicinity, with
+the view of selecting a proper situation for the encampment of the army"
+(Sir Harris Nicolas).
+
+Page 35, l. 1 [Stz. 86]. "_To the high'st earth whilst awfull Henry
+gets._" --_Whilst_ must here be taken as = _meanwhile_.
+
+Page 35, l. 3. "_With sprightly words_" _etc._ --The confusion in this
+line is evidently due to the printer. Drayton must have written: "And
+thus with sprightly words," etc.
+
+Page 35, l. 9 [Stz. 87]. "_He first of all proclaim'd._"
+--"A�proclamation was issued forbidding under pain of death a repetition
+of some excesses which had been committed, and commanding that
+henceforth the houses should not be set on fire, or the churches or
+other sacred places violated, and that the persons of women and priests
+should be held sacred" (Sir Harris Nicolas). Holinshed adds, "or to any
+suche as should be founde withoute weapon or armor, and not ready to
+make resistance."
+
+Page 36, l. 30 [Stz. 93]. "_Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes._"
+--A�characteristic instance of this excellent poet's frequent and
+unaccountable lapses into bathos.
+
+Page 38, l. 7 [Stz. 98]. "_Whose Mynes to the besieg'd more mischiefe
+doe._" --Holinshed, however, admits that the French "with their
+countermining somewhat disappointed the Englishmen, and came to fight
+with them hand to hand within the mynes, so that they went no further
+forward with that worke."
+
+Page 41, l. 30 [Stz. 113]. "_But on his bare feete to the Church he
+came._" --"He dismounted at the gate, took off his shoes and stockings,
+and proceeded barefoot to the church of St. Martin, where he gave solemn
+thanks to God for his success" (Sir Harris Nicolas, quoting the French
+chroniclers), Holinshed mentions Henry's repairing to the church to
+offer thanks, but omits the picturesque circumstance of his going
+thither barefoot, and passes over his entrance into the town in the
+briefest possible manner. It is an interesting proof of Shakespeare's
+dependence upon the chronicler to find him equally ignoring any solemn
+entry or prolonged sojourn:
+
+  "To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest,
+  To-morrow for the march are we addrest."
+
+In fact, as Drayton tells us, he remained eight days in Harfleur,
+awaiting the Dauphin's reply to his challenge, which Holinshed does not
+mention. Shakespeare, Drayton, and Holinshed alike pass over the
+exceedingly picturesque circumstance of the expulsion of the women and
+children under escort of the English troops. Drayton only says: "Out of
+the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue."
+
+Page 42, ll. 7, 8 [Stz. 114]. "_He frankly off'reth in a single fight,
+With the young Daulphine to decide his right._" --Sir Harris Nicolas
+remarks: "Of the personal valour which that letter displays on the part
+of Henry but little can be said, for the challenger was about
+twenty-seven years of age, and in the full vigour of manhood, whilst his
+adversary, of whose prowess or bodily strength there is not the
+slightest evidence, and who died in the December following, had not
+attained his twentieth year."
+
+Page 43, ll. 15, 16 [Stz. 119]. "_A Ford was found to set his Army ore
+Which neuer had discouered beene before._" --This cannot be, for the
+anonymous priest to whose narrative as an eyewitness of the campaign we
+are so deeply indebted, says, "The approach was by two long but narrow
+causeways, which the French had before warily broken through the middle"
+(Nicolas, p. 233).
+
+Page 44, l. 1 [Stz. 122]. "_Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile
+satt._" --This council was held on October 20th, five days before
+Agincourt. "The opinions of the different members," says Sir Harris
+Nicolas, "are very minutely given by Des Ursins."
+
+Page 44, l. 2. "_Britaine._" --Brittany. The Duke of Brittany, in fact,
+did not arrive in time to take part in the battle.
+
+Page 44, l. 17 [Stz. 124]. "_A Route of tatter'd Rascalls starued so._"
+--Holinshed's description of the condition of the English army is most
+graphic: "The English men were brought into great misery in this
+journey, their victuall was in maner spent, and nowe coulde they get
+none: for their enemies had destroied all the corne before they came:
+reste could they none take, for their enemies were ever at hande to give
+them alarmes: dayly it rained, and nightly it freesed: of fewell there
+was great scarsitie, but of fluxes greate plenty: money they hadde
+enoughe, but of wares to bestowe it uppon for their reliefe or comforte,
+hadde they little or none. And yet in this great necessitye the poore
+people of the countrey were not spoiled, nor any thyng taken of them
+wythout payment, neyther was any outrage or offence done by the
+Englishemenne of warre, except one, whiche was, that a folish souldiour
+stale a pixe out of a churche." Shakespeare's use of this incident is
+well known.
+
+Page 46, l. 28 [Stz. 133]. "_Spirits._" --Must here be pronounced as a
+monosyllable, as at p. 67, l. 18.
+
+Page 48, l. 6 [Stz. 138]. "_Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre
+infest._" --Drayton probably stands alone among English poets in
+disliking the music of the rookery.
+
+Page 49, l. 15 [Stz. 143]. "_Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to
+cast._" --"The captaines had determined before howe to devide the
+spoile, and the souldiours the night before had plaid the englishemen at
+dice" (Holinshed).
+
+Page 50, l. 9 [Stz. 147]. "_And cast to make a Chariot for the King._"
+--This circumstance also is mentioned by Holinshed, and is authenticated
+by the anonymous priest.
+
+Page 50, ll. 31, 32 [Stz. 149]. "_Some pointing Stakes to stick into the
+ground, To guard the Bow-men._" --Henry had ordered the archers to
+provide themselves with stakes even before the passage of the Somme.
+
+Page 51, l. 25 [Stz. 153]. "_King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe
+not call._" --Drayton evidently follows Shakespeare, but remains a long
+way behind:
+
+                        "Not to-day, O Lord,
+  O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
+  My father made in compassing the crown!
+  I Richard's body have interred new:
+  And on it have bestowed more contrite tears
+  Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
+  Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
+  Who twice a day their withered hands hold up
+  Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
+  Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
+  Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do;
+  Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
+  Since that my penitence comes after all,
+  Imploring pardon."
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 1.
+
+Shakespeare's infinite superiority in moral delicacy, not merely to his
+imitator, but to all poets except the very best, is forcibly shown by
+his causing Henry to abstain from all attempts to excuse his father and
+himself at the expense of Richard, so natural in the mouth of an
+ordinary person, so unbecoming a hero.
+
+Page 52, ll. 6, 7 [Stz. 154]. "_When as that Angell to whom God assign'd
+The guiding of the English._" --This fine passage may very probably have
+been in Dryden's mind when he planned the machinery of his unwritten
+epic, and in Addison's when he penned the famous simile of the Angel in
+his poem on Blenheim.
+
+Page 52, ll. 29, 30 [Stz. 157]. "_Foorth that braue King couragious
+Henry goes, An hower before that it was fully light._" --No personal
+reconnoissance on Henry's part is mentioned by the historians, although
+Sir Harris Nicolas says, on the authority of Elmham: "About the middle
+of the night, before the moon set, Henry sent persons to examine the
+ground, by whose report he was better able to draw up his forces on the
+next day." As the English were the assailants, the precaution of posting
+the archers behind the quickset hedge would have proved unnecessary.
+
+Page 55, l. 27 [Stz. 169]. "_His coruetting Courser._" --"A little grey
+horse." He wore no spurs, probably to show his men that he entertained
+no thought of flight.
+
+Page 56, l. 20 [Stz. 172]. "_To know what he would for his Ransome
+pay._" --This is mentioned by Holinshed, but cannot be true, for all
+contemporary authorities agree that the French sent envoys to Henry on
+the morning of the battle offering him a free passage to Calais upon
+condition of surrendering Harfleur. This would seem to indicate that the
+leaders did not fully share the confidence of their troops.
+
+Page 57, ll. 3, 4 [Stz. 174]. "_And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
+Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine._" --No Frenchman could have
+said this on such an occasion. Drayton would make for any port when in
+stress of rhyme.
+
+Page 57, l. 16 [Stz. 175]. "_Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake._"
+--Drayton's version of his speech in the main agrees with Holinshed's.
+Shakespeare, usually so close a follower of Holinshed, substitutes an
+oration entirely of his own composition. The beautiful lines--
+
+  "For he this day that sheds his blood with me
+  Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
+  This day shall gentle his condition"--
+
+appear to be derived from the same source as the exaggerated statement
+of Archbishop Des Ursins, that on another occasion Henry promised that
+his plebeian soldiers should be ennobled and invested with collars of
+SS. This cannot be taken directly from Des Ursins, whose history of the
+reign of Charles VI., though written in the fifteenth century, was not
+published until 1614.
+
+Page 58, ll. 9, 10 [Stz. 179]. "_When hearing one wish all the valiant
+men At home in England, with them present were._" --According to the
+anonymous monk, who may be fully relied upon, the speaker was Sir Walter
+Hungerford. Shakespeare puts the sentiment into the mouth of the Earl of
+Westmorland.
+
+Page 59, l. 9 [Stz. 183]. "_At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy
+Tide_" _etc._ --These lines are clearly a reminiscence of
+Shakespeare's--
+
+                    "Let the brow o'erwhelm it
+  As fearfully as doth a galled rock
+  O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
+  Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean."
+
+    _Henry V._, prologue to act iii.
+
+Page 62, l. 21 [Stz. 196]. "_Dampeir._" --Chatillon, Admiral of France,
+was also Lord of Dampierre. It must be by inadvertence that Sir Harris
+Nicolas (p. 121) speaks of Cliquet de Brabant, whom Drayton calls Cluet,
+as Admiral.
+
+Page 63, l. 6 [Stz. 198]. "_Could._" --Must have been pronounced cold,
+as it was sometimes written. See also p. 83, l. 26.
+
+Page 63, l. 16 [Stz. 199]. "_Cantels._" --Corners (Germ. Kant); hence =
+morsels, though Shakespeare speaks of "a�monstrous cantle."
+
+Page 66, ll. 11, 12 [Stz. 211]. "_Bespeaking them with honourable words
+Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse._" --One of Drayton's
+awkward inversions. The anonymous ecclesiastic says that some of the
+French nobles surrendered themselves more than ten times, and were slain
+after all.
+
+Page 72, l. 15 [Stz. 235]. "_In comes the King his Brothers life to
+saue._" --"The Duke of Gloucester, the King's brother, was sore wounded
+about the hippes, and borne down to the ground, so that he fel
+backwards, with his feete towards his enemies, whom the King bestridde,
+and like a brother valiantly rescued him from his enimies, and so saving
+his life, caused him to be conveyed out of the fight into a place of
+more safetie" (Holinshed).
+
+Page 72, ll. 25, 26 [Stz. 237]. "_Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,
+That with a stroke,_" _etc._ --There seems no contemporary authority for
+the single combat between Henry and Alen�on of which Shakespeare has
+made such ingenious use in his management of the incident of Henry's
+glove. According to one account, Alen�on struck at the King somewhat
+unfairly as he was stooping to aid his brother, and smote off a piece of
+his crown. According to another authority, the blow was given by one of
+a band of eighteen knights who had sworn to strike the diadem from
+Henry's head, or perish in the attempt, as they all did.
+
+Page 82, l. 28 [Stz. 277]. "_Nock._" --Notch.
+
+Page 83, l. 16 [Stz. 279]. "_Tue._" --Must be pronounced as a
+dissyllable; but the French cry was more probably _tuez_.
+
+Page 85, l. 28 [Stz. 289]. "_Base._" --Run as at prisoners' base.
+Murray's "Dictionary" cites one example of the use of the word in this
+sense, which is from Warner's "Albion's England," a�poem read and
+admired by Drayton.
+
+Page 87, l. 27 [Stz. 297]. "_Clunasse._" --A�misprint for _Clamasse_.
+
+Page 87, l. 27. "_Dorpe_" = thorpe, a�word revived by Tennyson in "The
+Brook."
+
+Page 88, ll. 17, 18 [Stz. 300]. "_And in his rage he instantly commands,
+That euery English should his prisoner kill._"--
+
+  "I was not angry since I came to France
+  Until this instant."
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 7.
+
+Page 92, l. 15 [Stz. 315]. "_And so tow'rds Callice brauely marching
+on._" --This is certainly a flat conclusion. It is surprising that
+Drayton made no use of the appearance of the herald Montjoy on the
+field, with confession of defeat and appeal for--
+
+                        "Charitable licence,
+  That we may wander o'er this bloody field
+  To book our dead, and then to bury them."
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 7.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+It has already been observed in the Introduction that this grand lyric
+gave the model for Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade." This latter
+poem appears along with "Maud," and another piece in the same slender
+volume contains unequivocal proof of the Laureate's acquaintance with
+Drayton. In the powerful poem entitled "Will" occur the lines--
+
+  "Sown in a wrinkle of the _monstrous_ hill,
+  The city sparkles like a grain of salt."
+
+In a passage of Song IX. of the "Polyolbion," excerpted by Mr. Bullen,
+Drayton says--
+
+  "The mightie Giant-heape so less and lesser still
+  Appeareth to the eye, untill the _monstrous_ hill
+  At length shewes like a cloud; and further being cast,
+  Is out of kenning quite."
+
+The identity of epithet might possibly be accidental, but the
+resemblance extends to the entire passage.
+
+A singularly beautiful stanza from Drayton's "Barons' Warres," also in
+Mr. Bullen's selection, must have been unconsciously present to
+Shelley's mind when he wrote in "The Witch of Atlas"--
+
+  "While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece
+    Of sandal wood, rare gems, and cinnamon.
+  Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is;
+    Each flame of it is as a precious stone
+  Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this
+    Belongs to each and all who gaze thereon."
+
+Drayton writes:
+
+  "The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume
+    Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,
+  As every thing did to it selfe assume
+    The Sent from them and made the same their owne
+  So that the painted Flowres within the Roome
+    Were sweet, as if they naturally had growne;
+  The Light gave Colours, which upon them fell,
+  And to the Colours the Perfume gave smell."
+
+A still stronger proof of the extent to which Shelley had unconsciously
+imbibed the spirit of Drayton is afforded by a comparison of the noble
+speech of Fame in "The tragicall legend of Robert Duke of Normandie"
+(Bullen, pp. 25, 27) with Shelley's still finer "Hymn of Apollo." There
+is hardly any instance of direct verbal resemblance; but the metre, the
+strain of sentiment, the oratorical pose, the mental and moral attitude
+of the two poems are so much alike as to justify the assertion that the
+younger owes its form and much of its spirit to the older.
+
+
+The following is the Roxburghe version of the ballad of the Dauphin's
+present of tennis-balls, mentioned at p. 106:--
+
+  KING HENRY V. HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE,
+  In Revenge for the Affront Offered by the French King;
+  In Sending Him (Instead of the Tribute)
+    A Ton of Tennis-Balls.
+
+  As our King lay musing on his bed,
+    He bethought himself upon a time,
+  Of a tribute that was due from France,
+    Had not been paid for so long a time.
+            Fal, lal, etc.
+
+  He called for his lovely page,
+    His lovely page then called he;
+  Saying, You must go to the King of France,
+    To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.
+
+  O then went away this lovely page,
+    This lovely page then away went he;
+  Low he came to the King of France,
+    And then fell down on his bended knee.
+
+  My master greets you, worthy sir,
+    Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
+  That you will send his tribute home,
+    Or in French land you soon him will see.
+            Fal, lal, etc.
+
+  Your master's young and of tender years,
+    Not fit to come into my degree,
+  And I will send him three Tennis-Balls
+    That with them he may learn to play.
+
+  O then returned this lovely page,
+    This lovely page then returned he,
+  And when he came to our gracious King,
+    Low he fell down on his bended knee.
+
+                [A line cut off.]
+    What is the news you have brought to me?
+  I have brought such news from the King of France
+    That he and you will ne'er agree.
+
+  He says, You're young and of tender years,
+    Not fit to come to his degree;
+  And he will send you three Tennis-Balls
+    That with them you may learn to play.
+
+  Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,
+    And Derby Hills that are so free;
+  No marry'd man, or widow's son,
+    For no widow's curse shall go with me.
+
+  They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,
+    And Derby Hills that are so free;
+  No marry'd man, nor no widow's son,
+    Yet there was a jovial bold company.
+
+  O then we march'd into the French land
+    With drums and trumpets so merrily;
+  And then bespoke the King of France,
+    Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.
+
+  The first shot that the Frenchmen gave
+    They kill'd our Englishmen so free,
+  We kill'd ten thousand of the French,
+    And the rest of them they run away.
+
+  And then we marched to Paris gates,
+    With drums and trumpets so merrily,
+  O then bespoke the King of France,
+    The Lord have mercy on my men and me.
+
+  O I will send him his tribute home,
+    Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
+  And the finest flower that is in all France,
+    To the Rose of England I will give free.
+
+
+CHISWICK PRESS:--C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Errors and inconsistencies noted by transcriber:
+
+  "Henry the Fift"  [_this spelling is used consistently_]
+
+  except the "Faery Queen,"  [_spelling unchanged_]
+  next to the Miter and Ph�nix  [_error for "Phoenix" in original_]
+
+  [Stz. 3 sidenote]
+    ... Dowglas  [_spelled "Dowglass" in main text_]
+  [Stz. 5 and editor's note]
+    When presently a Parliament is calld
+    [_error for "call'd" in original_]
+  [Stz. 94 sidenote]
+    ... in the 19 following Stanzaes.  [_spelling unchanged_]
+  [Stz. 267 sidenote]
+    the word _Frappe Fort_  [_text unchanged_]
+
+  Page 35, l. 9 [Stz. 87]. "A�proclamation was issued...
+    [_open quote missing_]
+  In the powerful poem entitled "Will"  [_"en-/entitled" at line break_]
+  Low he fell down on his bended knee.  [fell dowh]
+
+
+Abbreviated nasals:
+
+The form "e" (e with overline) occurs twice, and � (o with overline)
+three times:
+
+  Stanza 19 sidenote:
+    Examples of such as haue aduanced theselues  [themselues]
+  Stanza 65, note c:
+    An expressi� of King Harolds death  [expression]
+  Stanza 116, last line:
+    To scourge proud France whe now her C�queror comes
+    [when ... Conqueror]
+  Stanza 167ff. sidenote:
+    The Marshalling of the English Army c�taining...  [containing]
+
+
+U and V
+
+In the main poem, v is used initially, u non-initially. Exceptions
+are rare:
+
+    [Stz. 92] levied
+    [Stz. 107] Tuttivile
+    [Stz. 120] divulg'd
+    [Stz. 127] invectiue
+    [Stz. 163] wherevpon
+    [Stz. 164] Averney
+    [Stz. 296] Burnivile
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+<p>Typographical errors are shown in the text with <ins class =
+"correction" title = "like this">mouse-hover popups</ins>. The spelling
+“Fift” is used consistently. In the main poem, <b>v</b> is used
+initially, <b>u</b> non-initially. Exceptions are noted in the same way
+as errors.</p>
+
+<p>Links to the editor’s “Illustrative Notes” are <a class = "note" href
+= "#notes">lightly underlined</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "annotation">
+[<i>The portrait of Michael Drayton given here as a frontispiece is from
+a picture, taken at the age of sixty-five (three years before he died),
+in the Cartwright Collection at the Dulwich Gallery. The name of the
+painter is not known, but the picture is signed “An<sup>o</sup>
+1628.”</i>]</p>
+
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/frontis.png" width = "386" height = "496"
+alt = "portrait of author"><br>
+<br>
+<i>Michael Drayton</i></p>
+
+
+<div class = "page">
+
+<h4>THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT<br>
+BY MICHAEL DRAYTON:<br>
+WITH INTRODUCTION AND<br>
+NOTES BY RICHARD GARNETT</h4>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/publogo.gif" width = "111" height = "146"
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+
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+
+<h5>LONDON PRINTED AND ISSUED BY<br>
+CHARLES WHITTINGHAM &amp; CO AT<br>
+THE CHISWICK PRESS MDCCCXCIII</h5>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">v</span>
+<h4>CONTENTS.</h4>
+
+<table class = "toc" summary = "table of contents">
+<tr>
+<td></td>
+<td class = "number smaller">
+PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+Introduction</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#intro">vii</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+Drayton’s Dedication</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#drayton">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+Upon the Battaile of Agincourt, by I. Vaughan</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#vaughan">5</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+Sonnet to Michael Drayton, by John Reynolds</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#reynolds">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+The Vision of Ben Jonson on the Muses of his Friend
+M.&nbsp;Drayton</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#jonson">9</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+The Battaile of Agincourt</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#agincourt">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+To my Frinds the Camber-Britans and theyr Harp</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#camber">93</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p class = "smallcaps">
+Illustrative Notes</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#notes">101</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<div class = "intro">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">vii</span>
+
+<h3><a name = "intro" id = "intro">INTRODUCTION.</a></h3>
+
+
+<p><span class = "firstword">All</span> civilized nations possessing a
+history which they contemplate with pride endeavour to present that
+history in an epic form. In their initial stages of culture the vehicles
+of expression are ballads like the constituents of the Spanish
+Romanceros and chronicles like Joinville’s and Froissart’s. With
+literary refinement comes the distinct literary purpose, and the poet
+appears who is also more or less of an artist. The number of Spanish and
+Portuguese national epics, from the Lusiad downwards, during the
+sixteenth and the first half of the seventeenth centuries, is
+astonishing; and it was impossible that English authorship, rapidly
+acquiring a perception of literary form under classical and foreign
+influences, should not be powerfully affected by the example of its
+neighbours.</p>
+
+<p>A remarkable circumstance, nevertheless, while encouraging this
+epical impulse, deprived its most important creations of the external
+epical
+<span class = "pagenum">viii</span>
+form. The age of awakened national self-consciousness was also the age
+of drama. The greatest poetical genius of that or any age, and his
+associates, were playwrights first and poets afterwards. The torrent of
+inspiration rushed mainly to the stage. Hence the old experience was
+reversed, and whereas Æschylus described himself and his
+fellow-dramatists as subsisting on scraps filched from the great banquet
+of Homer, our English epic poets could but follow humbly in the wake of
+the dramatists, the alchemy of whose genius had already turned the dross
+of ancient chronicles to gold. In the mighty series of Shakespeare’s
+historical plays, including in the enumeration Marlowe’s “Edward the
+Second” and the anonymous “Edward the Third,” England possesses a
+national epic inferior to that of no country in the world, although the
+form be dramatic. In one respect, indeed, this epic is superior to any
+but the Homeric poems, standing one remove less apart from the poetry of
+the people. The impression of primitive force which the Homeric poems
+convey by their venerable language is equally well imparted by
+Shakespeare’s spontaneity and his apparent and probably real innocence
+of all purely literary intention.</p>
+
+<p>Epic poets, however gifted, could be but
+<span class = "pagenum">ix</span>
+gleaners after such a harvest. Yet not every excellent poet, even of
+that dramatic age, was endowed with the dramatic faculty, and two of
+especial merit, singularly devoid of dramatic gift, but inferior to none
+in love of their country and self-consecration to its service, turned
+their attention to the epic. These were Samuel Daniel and Michael
+Drayton. The latter is our subject, but something should also be said of
+the former. Drayton not unfairly hit the blot in his successful rival
+when he said of him:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“His rimes were smooth, his meeters well did close,</p>
+<p>But yet his maner better fitted prose.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>This is one way of putting it; from another point of view Daniel may
+be regarded as almost the most remarkable literary phenomenon of his
+time; he is so exceedingly modern. He outran the taste of his own period
+by a hundred years, and without teacher or example displayed the
+excellences which came to be preferred to all others in the eighteenth
+century. “These poems of his,” says his editor in that age (1718),
+“having stood the test of above a century, and the language and the
+versification being still pure and elegant, it is to be hoped they will
+still shine among his countrymen and preserve his name.” At this time,
+and for long afterwards, Drayton,
+<span class = "pagenum">x</span>
+save for an occasional reprint of his “Nimphidia” among miscellaneous
+collections, was utterly neglected. Even after the editions of 1748 and
+1753 he is alluded to by Goldsmith as a type of the poet whose best
+title to fame is his tomb in Westminster Abbey.</p>
+
+<p>The nineteenth century has reversed this with other critical verdicts
+of the eighteenth, and, with all due respect to Daniel, Drayton now
+stands higher. Yet, where the two poets come most directly and
+manifestly into competition, Drayton’s superiority is not so evident. As
+a whole, Daniel’s “Civil War” is a better poem than Drayton’s “Barons’
+Wars.” The superiority of the latter lies in particular passages, such
+as the description of the guilty happiness of Isabella and Mortimer,
+quoted in Mr. Arthur Bullen’s admirable selection. This is to say that
+Drayton’s genius was naturally not so much epical as lyrical and
+descriptive. In his own proper business as a narrative poet he fails as
+compared with Daniel, but he enriches history with all the ornaments of
+poetry; and it was his especial good fortune to discover a subject in
+which the union of dry fact with copious poetic illustration was as
+legitimate to the theme as advantageous to the writer. This was, of
+course, his “Polyolbion,” where, doing for himself what no other poet
+ever did, he did for
+<span class = "pagenum">xi</span>
+his country what was never done for any other. Greece and Rome, indeed,
+have left us versified topographies, but these advance no pretension to
+the poetical character except from the metrical point of view, though
+they may in a sense claim kinship with the Muses as the manifest
+offspring of Mnemosyne. If any modern language possesses a similar work,
+it has failed to inscribe itself on the roll of the world’s literature.
+The difficulties of Drayton’s unique undertaking were in a measure
+favourable to him. They compelled him to exert his fancy to the
+uttermost. The tremendous difficulty of making topography into poetry
+gave him unwonted energy. He never goes to sleep, as too often in the
+“Barons’ Wars.” The stiff practical obstacles attendant upon the
+poetical treatment of towns and rivers provoke even the dragging
+Alexandrine into animation; his stream is often all foam and eddy. The
+long sweeping line, of its wont so lumbering and tedious, is perfectly
+in place here. It rushes along like an impetuous torrent, bearing with
+it, indeed, no inconsiderable quantity of wood, hay, and stubble, but
+also precious pearls, and more than the dust of gold. Its “swelling and
+limitless billows” mate well with the amplitude of the subject, so
+varied and spacious that, as has been well said, the “Polyolbion” is not
+a poem to be read
+<span class = "pagenum">xii</span>
+through, but to be read in. Nothing in our literature, perhaps, except
+the “<ins class = "correction" title = "spelling unchanged">Faery</ins>
+Queen,” more perfectly satisfies Keats’s desideratum: “Do not the lovers
+of poetry like to have a little region to wander in, where they may pick
+and choose, and in which the images are so numerous that many are
+forgotten and found new in a second reading: which may be food for a
+week’s stroll in the summer? Do they not like this better than what they
+can read through before Mrs. Williams comes down stairs? a&nbsp;morning
+work at most?”</p>
+
+<p>The “Polyolbion” was completed by 1619, though the concluding part
+was not published until 1623. “The Battaile of Agincourt,” the poem now
+reprinted, appeared with others in 1627. As none of the pieces comprised
+in it had appeared in the collected edition of Drayton’s works (the
+“Polyolbion” excepted) which he had published in 1620, it is reasonable
+to conclude that they had been composed between that date and 1627. They
+prove that his powers were by no means abated. “Nimphidia,” in
+particular, though lacking the exquisite sweetness of some of his lyric
+pastorals, and the deep emotion of passages in his “Heroicall Epistles,”
+excels all his other productions in airy fancy, and is perhaps the best
+known of any of his
+<span class = "pagenum">xiii</span>
+poems. Nor does the “Battaile” itself indicate any decay in poetical
+power, though we must agree with Mr. Bullen that it is in some parts
+fatiguing. This wearisomeness proceeds chiefly from Drayton’s
+over-faithful adherence, not so much to the actual story, as to the
+method of the chronicler from whom his materials are principally drawn.
+It does not seem to have occurred to him to regard his theme in the
+light of potter’s clay. Following his authority with servile deference,
+he makes at the beginning a slip which lowers the dignity of his hero,
+and consequently of his epic. He represents Henry the Fifth’s expedition
+against France as originally prompted, not by the restless enterprise
+and fiery valour of the young king, much less by supernatural
+inspiration as the working out of a divine purpose, but by the craft of
+the clergy seeking to divert him from too nice inquiry into the source
+and application of their revenues. Henry, therefore, without, as modern
+investigators think, even sufficient historical authority, but in any
+case without poetical justification, appears at the very beginning of
+the poem that celebrates his exploits in the light of a dupe.
+Shakespeare avoids this awkwardness by boldly altering the date of
+Henry’s embassy to France. His play opens, indeed, with the plots of the
+ecclesiastics to
+<span class = "pagenum">xiv</span>
+tempt the king into war, but it soon appears that the embassy claiming
+certain French dukedoms has been despatched before they had opened their
+lips, and that they are urging him to a course of action on which he is
+resolved already. Spenser or Dryden would have escaped from the
+difficulty in a manner more in accordance with epic precedent by
+representing Henry’s action as the effect of a divine vision. Edward the
+Third or the Black Prince would have risen from the grave to urge him to
+renew and complete their interrupted and now almost undone work; or the
+ghosts of chiefs untimely slain would have reproached him with their
+abandoned conquests and neglected graves. Drayton has merely taken the
+story as he found it, without a thought of submitting its dross to the
+alchemy of the re-creative imagination of the poet. The same lack of
+selection is observable in his description of the battle itself. He
+minutely describes a series of episodes, in themselves often highly
+picturesque, but we are no better able to view the conflict as a whole
+than if we ourselves had fought in the ranks. As in painting, so in
+poetry, a&nbsp;true impression is not to be conveyed by microscopic
+accuracy in minutiæ, but by a vigorous grasp of the entire subject.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">xv</span>
+<p>Notwithstanding these defects, which one might have thought would
+have been avoided even by a poet endowed with less of the bright and
+sprightly invention which Drayton manifests in so many of his pieces,
+“The Battaile of Agincourt” is a fine poem, and well deserving the
+honour of reprint. It is above all things patriotic, pervaded throughout
+by a manly and honourable preference for England and all things English,
+yet devoid of bitterness towards the enemy, whose valour is frankly
+acknowledged, and whose overweening pride, the cause of their disasters,
+is never made the object of ill-natured sarcasm. It may almost be said
+that if Drayton had been in some respects a worse man, he might on this
+occasion have been a better poet. He is so sedulously regardful of the
+truth of history, or what he takes to be such, that he neglects the
+poet’s prerogative of making history, and rises and falls with his model
+like a moored vessel pitching in a flowing tide. When his historical
+authority inspires, Drayton is inspired accordingly; when it is
+dignified, so is he; with it he soars and sings, with it he also sinks
+and creeps. Happily the subject is usually picturesque, and old
+Holinshed at his worst was no contemptible writer. Drayton’s heart too
+was in his work, as he had proved long before
+<span class = "pagenum">xvi</span>
+by the noble ballad on King Harry reprinted in this volume. If he has
+not shown himself an artist in the selection and arrangement of his
+topics, he deserves the name from another point of view by the excellent
+metrical structure of his octaves, and the easy fluency of his
+narrative. One annoying defect, the frequent occurrence of flat single
+lines not far remote from bathos, must be attributed to the low standard
+of the most refined poetry in an age when “the judges and police of
+literature” had hardly begun either to make laws or to enforce them. It
+is a fault which he shared with most others, and of which he has himself
+given more offensive instances. It is still more conspicuous in the most
+generally acceptable of his poems, the “Nimphidia.” The pity is not so
+much the occasional occurrence of such lapses in “The Battaile of
+Agincourt,” as the want of those delightful touches in the other
+delightful poems which give more pleasure the more evidently they are
+embellishments rather springing out of the author’s fancy than naturally
+prompted by his subject. Such are the lines, as inappropriate in the
+mouth of the speaker as genuine from the heart of the writer, near the
+beginning of Queen Margaret’s epistle to the Duke of Suffolk (“England’s
+Heroicall Epistles”):</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">xvii</span>
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“The little bird yet to salute the morn</p>
+<p>Upon the naked branches sets her foot,</p>
+<p>The leaves then lying on the mossy root,</p>
+<p>And there a silly chirruping doth keep,</p>
+<p>As if she fain would sing, yet fain would weep;</p>
+<p>Praising fair summer that too soon is gone,</p>
+<p>Or sad for winter too soon coming on.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>On a more exact comparison of Drayton with Holinshed we find him
+omitting some circumstances which he might have been expected to have
+retained, and adding others with good judgment and in general with good
+effect, but which by some fatality usually tend in his hands to
+excessive prolixity. This is certainly not the case with his dignified
+and spirited exordium, but in the fourth stanza he begins to copy
+history, and his muse’s wing immediately flags. No more striking example
+of the superiority of dramatic to narrative poetry in vividness of
+delineation could be found than the contrast between Shakespeare’s scene
+representing the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Ely in
+actual conversation, and Drayton’s tame exposition of the outcome of
+their deliberations. In his report of the session of Parliament where
+the French war is discussed he closely follows Holinshed, so closely as
+to omit Shakespeare’s masterly embellishment of Henry’s solemn appeal to
+the Archbishop to pronounce on the justice of
+<span class = "pagenum">xviii</span>
+his cause as in the sight of God. Drayton must assuredly have perceived
+how greatly such an appeal tended to exalt his hero’s character, and
+what an opening it afforded for impressive rhetoric. Nor could the
+incident have escaped his notice, for there is abundant internal
+evidence of his acquaintance with Shakespeare’s drama in the closet as
+well as on the stage. It can only be concluded that he did not choose to
+be indebted to Shakespeare, or despaired of rivalling him. His notice of
+his great contemporary in the “Epistle to Reynolds” is surprisingly
+cold; but the legend, however unauthentic, of Shakespeare’s death from a
+fever contracted at a merry-making in Drayton’s company, seems
+incompatible with any serious estrangement, and Shakespeare’s son-in-law
+was Drayton’s physician when the latter revisited his native
+Warwickshire. The same jealousy of obligation must have influenced his
+treatment of the incident of the Dauphin’s derisive present of tennis
+balls, which both Shakespeare and he have adopted from Holinshed or his
+authorities, but of which the former has made everything and the latter
+nothing. Nor can the omission of the highly dramatic incident of the
+conspiracy of Scroop and Cambridge, found in Holinshed, be otherwise
+well accounted for. In compensation,
+<span class = "pagenum">xix</span>
+Drayton introduces two episodes entirely his own, the catalogue of
+Henry’s ships, and that of the armorial ensigns of the British counties.
+Ben Jonson may be suspected of a sneer when he congratulates Drayton on
+thus outdoing Homer, as he had previously outdone, or at least rivalled,
+Virgil, Theocritus, Ovid, Orpheus, and Lucan. Ben might have said with
+perfect sincerity that Drayton’s descriptions are fine pieces of work,
+showing great command of language, and only open to criticism from some
+want of proportion between them and the poem of which they are but
+subordinate episodes. This censure would have been by no means just if
+the whole piece had been executed on the scale of the description of the
+siege of Harfleur. It is difficult to imagine what could have tempted
+Drayton to spend so much time upon an episode treated by Holinshed with
+comparative brevity. Some of the stanzas are exceedingly spirited, but
+as a whole the description certainly fatigues. If the same is to some
+extent the case with the description of the Battle of Agincourt itself,
+the cause is not so much prolixity as the multitude of separate
+episodes, not always derived from the chroniclers, and the consequent
+want of unity which has been already adverted to. The result is probably
+more true
+<span class = "pagenum">xx</span>
+to the actual impression of a battle than if Drayton had surveyed the
+field with the eye of a tactician, but here as elsewhere the poet should
+rather aim at an exalted and in some measure idealized representation of
+the object or circumstance described than at a faithful reproduction of
+minor details. Even the Battle of the Frogs and Mice in Homer is an
+orderly whole; while Drayton’s battle seems always ending and always
+beginning anew, a&nbsp;Sisyphian epic. What, however, really kindles and
+vivifies the unequal composition into one glowing mass is the noble
+spirit of enthusiastic patriotism which pervades the poet’s mind, and,
+like sunlight in a mountainous tract, illuminates his heights, veils his
+depressions, and steeps the whole in glory.</p>
+
+<p>Of the literary history of “The Battaile of Agincourt” there is
+little to be said. It was first published in 1627, along with
+“Nimphidia,” “The Shepheard’s Sirena,” and others of Drayton’s best
+pieces. It was accompanied by three copies of congratulatory verse,
+reprinted here, the most remarkable of which is that proceeding from the
+pen of Ben Jonson, who admits that some had accounted him no friend to
+Drayton, and whose encomiums are to our apprehension largely flavoured
+with irony. Drayton, in his “Epistle to Reynolds,” which Jonson must
+have seen, had
+<span class = "pagenum">xxi</span>
+compared him to Seneca and Plautus,<a class = "tag" name = "tag1" id =
+"tag1" href = "#note1">1</a> and Jonson seems to burlesque the
+compliment by comparing Drayton himself to every poet whom he had ever
+imitated, until his single person seems an epitome of all Parnassus. The
+poem and its companions had another edition in 1631, since which time it
+has been included in every edition of Drayton’s works, but has never
+till now been published by itself. Even here it is graced with a
+satellite, the splendid Ballad of Agincourt (“To my Frinds the
+Camber-Britans and theyr Harp”), originally published in “Poemes lyric
+and pastoral,” probably about 1605. This stirring strain, always
+admired, has attracted additional notice in the present day as the
+metrical prototype of Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade,” which,
+in our estimation, fails to rival its model. The lapses of both poets
+may well be excused on the ground of the difficulty of the metre, but
+Drayton has the additional apology of the “brave neglect” which so
+correct a writer as Pope accounted a virtue in Homer, but which Tennyson
+never had the nerve to permit himself.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">xxii</span>
+<p>Comparisons between modern and ancient poets must necessarily be very
+imperfect; yet our Drayton might not inaptly be termed the English
+Theocritus. If not so distinctly superior to every other English
+pastoral poet as Theocritus was to every other Greek, he yet stands in
+the front rank. He is utterly free from affectation, the great vice of
+pastoral poetry; his love of the country is sincere; his perception of
+natural phenomena exquisite; his shepherds and shepherdesses real swains
+and lasses; he has happily varied the conventional form of the pastoral
+by a felicitous lyrical treatment. Paradoxical as it may appear, Drayton
+was partly enabled to approach Theocritus so nearly by knowing him so
+imperfectly. Had he been acquainted with him otherwise than through
+Virgil, he would probably have been unable to refrain from direct
+imitation; but as matters stand, instead of a poet striving to write as
+Theocritus wrote in Greek, we have one actually writing as Theocritus
+would have written in English. But the most remarkable point of contact
+between Drayton and Theocritus is that both are epical as well as
+pastoral poets. Two of the Idylls of Theocritus are believed to be
+fragments of an epic on the exploits of Hercules; and in the enumeration
+of his lost works, amid others of the same description,
+<span class = "pagenum">xxiii</span>
+mention is made of the “Heroines,” a curious counterpart of Drayton’s
+“Heroicall Epistles.” Had these works survived, we might not improbably
+have found Drayton surpassing his prototype in epic as much as he falls
+below him in pastoral; for the more exquisite art of the Sicilian could
+hardly have made amends for the lack of that national pride and
+enthusiastic patriotism which had died out of his age, but which
+ennobled the strength and upbore the weakness of the author of “The
+Battaile of Agincourt.”</p>
+
+<p class = "right smallcaps">Richard Garnett.</p>
+
+<div class = "footnote">
+<p><a name = "note1" id = "note1" href = "#tag1">1</a>
+Pope’s celebrated verse,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class = "indent">
+“Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,”&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>is “conveyed” from this passage of Drayton.</p>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">xxvi</span>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<a name = "woodcut" id = "woodcut">&nbsp;</a><br>
+<img src = "images/woodcut.png" width = "347" height = "563"
+alt = "woodcut portrait with text"><br>
+<br>
+<a href = "#woodcut_text">Text</a></p>
+
+
+<div class = "page">
+<p class = "illustration">
+<a name = "titlepage" id = "titlepage">&nbsp;</a><br>
+<img src = "images/titlepage.png" width = "312" height = "557"
+alt = "see text link"><br>
+<br>
+<a href = "#title_text">Text</a></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class = "annotation">
+[<i>The preceding page is a reduced reproduction of the title-page of
+the first edition, which contains, as will be seen, several poems
+besides “The Battaile of Agincourt” which are not included in the
+present reprint.</i>]</p>
+
+
+<div class = "page">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">3</span>
+
+<p><i><a name = "drayton" id = "drayton">To you</a> those Noblest of
+Gentlemen, of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great Britaine: who in these
+declining times, haue yet in your braue bosomes the sparkes of that
+sprightly fire, of your couragious Ancestors; and to this houre retaine
+the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse, who out of the vertue
+of your mindes, loue and cherish neglected Poesie, the delight of
+Blessed soules, and the language of Angels. To you are these my Poems
+dedicated,</i></p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>By your truly affectioned Seruant,</i></p>
+
+<p class = "right smallcaps">
+Michaell Drayton.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">5</span>
+
+<h4><a name = "vaughan" id = "vaughan">VPON</a><br>
+THE BATTAILE<br>
+OF AGINCOVRT, WRITTEN<br>
+BY HIS DEARE FRIEND<br>
+MICHAEL DRAYTON<br>
+ESQVIRE.</h4>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<div class = "verse">
+<p><span class = "firstword">Had</span> Henryes name beene onely met in
+Prose,</p>
+<p>Recorded by the humble wit of those,</p>
+<p>Who write of lesse then Kings: who victory,</p>
+<p>As calmely mention, as a Pedigree,</p>
+<p>The French, alike with vs, might view his name</p>
+<p>His actions too, and not confesse a shame:</p>
+<p>Nay, grow at length, so boldly troublesome,</p>
+<p>As, to dispute if they were ouercome.</p>
+<p>But thou hast wakte their feares: thy fiercer hand</p>
+<p>Hath made their shame as lasting, as their land.</p>
+<p>By thee againe they are compeld to knowe</p>
+<p>How much of Fate is in an English foe.</p>
+<p>They bleede afresh by thee, and thinke the harme</p>
+<p>Such; they could rather wish, t’were Henryes arme:</p>
+<p>Who thankes thy painfull quill; and holds it more</p>
+<p>To be thy Subiect now, then King before.</p>
+<p>By thee he conquers yet; when eu’ry word</p>
+<p>Yeelds him a fuller honour, then his sword.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">6</span>
+<p>Strengthens his action against time: by thee,</p>
+<p>Hee victory, and France, doth hold in fee.</p>
+<p>So well obseru’d he is, that eu’ry thing</p>
+<p>Speakes him not onely English, but a King.</p>
+<p>And France, in this, may boast her fortunate</p>
+<p>That shee was worthy of so braue a hate.</p>
+<p>Her suffring is her gayne. How well we see</p>
+<p>The Battaile labour’d worthy him, and thee,</p>
+<p>Where, wee may Death discouer with delight,</p>
+<p>And entertaine a pleasure from a fight.</p>
+<p>Where wee may see how well it doth become</p>
+<p>The brau’ry of a Prince to ouercome.</p>
+<p>What Power is a Poet: that can add</p>
+<p>A life to Kings, more glorious, then they had.</p>
+<p class = "indent">For what of Henry, is vnsung by thee,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Henry doth want of his Eternity.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "right smallcaps">I. Vavghan.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">7</span>
+
+<h4><a name = "reynolds" id = "reynolds">
+<span class = "smaller">TO</span></a><br>
+MY WORTHY FRIEND<br>
+MR. MICHAELL DRAYTON VPON<br>
+THESE HIS POEMS.</h4>
+
+<h4>SONNET.</h4>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<div class = "verse">
+<p><span class = "firstword">What</span>
+lofty Trophyes of eternall Fame,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+England may vaunt thou do’st erect to her,</p>
+<p>Yet forced to confesse, (yea blush for shame,)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That she no Honour doth on thee confer.</p>
+<p>How it would become her, would she learne to knowe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Once to requite thy Heauen-borne Art and Zeale,</p>
+<p>Or at the least her selfe but thankfull showe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Her ancient Glories that do’st still reueale:</p>
+<p>Sing thou of Loue, thy straines (like powerfull Charmes)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Enrage the bosome with an amorous fire,</p>
+<p>And when againe thou lik’st to sing of Armes</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Coward thou with Courage do’st inspire:</p>
+<p>But when thou com’st to touch our Sinfull Times,</p>
+<p>Then Heauen far more then Earth speakes in thy Rimes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "right smallcaps">Iohn Reynolds.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">9</span>
+
+<h4><a name = "jonson" id = "jonson">
+THE VISION OF</a><br>
+BEN. IONSON, ON THE<br>
+MVSES OF HIS FRIEND<br>
+M. DRAYTON.</h4>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<div class = "verse">
+<p><span class = "firstword">It</span>
+hath beene question’d, Michael, if I bee</p>
+<p>A Friend at all; or, if at all, to thee:</p>
+<p>Because, who make the question, haue not seene</p>
+<p>Those ambling visits, passe in verse, betweene</p>
+<p>Thy Muse, and mine, as they expect. ’Tis true:</p>
+<p>You haue not writ to me, nor I to you;</p>
+<p>And, though I now begin, ’tis not to rub</p>
+<p>Hanch against Hanch, or raise a riming Club</p>
+<p>About the towne: this reck’ning I will pay,</p>
+<p>Without conferring symboles. This ’s my day.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+It was no Dreame! I was awake, and saw!</p>
+<p>Lend me thy voyce, O Fame, that I may draw</p>
+<p>Wonder to truth! and haue my Vision hoorld,</p>
+<p>Hot from thy trumpet, round, about the world.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise,</p>
+<p>That all Earth look’d on; and that earth, all Eyes!</p>
+<p>It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun</p>
+<p>Is fayre got vp, and day some houres begun!</p>
+<p>And fill’d an Orbe as circular, as heauen!</p>
+<p>The Orbe was cut forth into Regions seauen.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">10</span>
+<p>And those so sweet, and well proportion’d parts,</p>
+<p>As it had beene the circle of the Arts!</p>
+<p>When, by thy bright Ideas standing by,</p>
+<p>I found it pure, and perfect Poesy,</p>
+<p>There read I, streight, thy learned Legends three,</p>
+<p>Heard the soft ayres, between our Swaynes &amp; thee,</p>
+<p>Which made me thinke, the old Theocritus,</p>
+<p>Or Rurall Virgil come, to pipe to vs!</p>
+<p>But then, thy’epistolar Heroick Songs,</p>
+<p>Their loues, their quarrels, iealousies, and wrongs</p>
+<p>Did all so strike me, as I cry’d, who can</p>
+<p>With vs be call’d, the Naso, but this man?</p>
+<p>And looking vp, I saw Mineruas fowle,</p>
+<p>Pearch’d ouer head, the wise Athenian Owle:</p>
+<p>I thought thee then our Orpheus, that wouldst try</p>
+<p>Like him, to make the ayre, one volary:</p>
+<p>And I had stil’d thee, Orpheus, but before</p>
+<p>My lippes could forme the voyce, I heard that Rore,</p>
+<p>And Rouze, the Marching of a mighty force,</p>
+<p>Drums against Drums, the neighing of the Horse,</p>
+<p>The Fights, the Cryes, and wondring at the Iarres</p>
+<p>I saw, and read, it was thy Barons Warres!</p>
+<p>O, how in those, dost thou instruct these times,</p>
+<p>That Rebells actions, are but valiant crimes!</p>
+<p>And caried, though with shoute, and noyse, confesse</p>
+<p>A wild, and an authoriz’d wickednesse!</p>
+<p>Sayst thou so, Lucan? But thou scornst to stay</p>
+<p>Vnder one title. Thou hast made thy way</p>
+<p>And flight about the Ile, well neare, by this,</p>
+<p>In thy admired Periégesis,</p>
+<p>Or vniuersall circumduction</p>
+<p>Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon.</p>
+<p>That reade it? that are rauish’d! such was I</p>
+<p>With euery song, I sweare, and so would dye:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">11</span>
+<p>But that I heare, againe, thy Drum to beate</p>
+<p>A better cause, and strike the brauest heate</p>
+<p>That euer yet did fire the English blood!</p>
+<p>Our right in France! if ritely vnderstood.</p>
+<p>There, thou art Homer! Pray thee vse the stile</p>
+<p>Thou hast deseru’d: And let me reade the while</p>
+<p>Thy Catalogue of Ships, exceeding his,</p>
+<p>Thy list of aydes, and force, for so it is:</p>
+<p>The Poets act! and for his Country’s sake</p>
+<p>Braue are the Musters, that the Muse will make.</p>
+<p>And when he ships them where to vse their Armes,</p>
+<p>How do his trumpets breath! What loud alarmes!</p>
+<p>Looke, how we read the Spartans were inflam’d</p>
+<p>With bold Tyrtæus verse, when thou art nam’d,</p>
+<p>So shall our English Youth vrge on, and cry</p>
+<p>An Agincourt, an Agincourt, or dye.</p>
+<p>This booke! it is a Catechisme to fight,</p>
+<p>And will be bought of euery Lord, and Knight,</p>
+<p>That can but reade; who cannot, may in prose</p>
+<p>Get broken peeces, and fight well by those.</p>
+<p>The miseries of Margaret the Queene</p>
+<p>Of tender eyes will more be wept, then seene:</p>
+<p>I feele it by mine owne, that ouer flow,</p>
+<p>And stop my sight, in euery line I goe.</p>
+<p>But then refreshed, with thy Fayerie Court,</p>
+<p>I looke on Cynthia, and Sirenas sport,</p>
+<p>As, on two flowry Carpets, that did rise,</p>
+<p>And with their grassie greene restor’d mine eyes.</p>
+<p>Yet giue mee leaue, to wonder at the birth</p>
+<p>Of thy strange Moon-Calfe, both thy straine of mirth,</p>
+<p>And Gossip-got acquaintance, as, to vs</p>
+<p>Thou hadst brought Lapland, or old Cobalus,</p>
+<p>Empusa, Lamia, or some Monster, more</p>
+<p>Then Affricke knew, or the full Grecian shore!</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">12</span>
+<p>I gratulate it to thee, and thy Ends,</p>
+<p>To all thy vertuous, and well chosen Friends,</p>
+<p>Onely my losse is, that I am not there:</p>
+<p>And, till I worthy am to wish I were,</p>
+<p>I call the world, that enuies mee, to see</p>
+<p>If I can be a Friend, and Friend to thee.</p>
+</div>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<hr>
+
+<div class = "maintext">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">13</span>
+
+<div style = "margin-right: 30%;">
+<h5><a name = "agincourt" id = "agincourt">THE</a></h5>
+<h4>BATTAILE</h4>
+<h6>OF</h6>
+<h3><span class = "extended">AGINCOVRT</span>.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The law Salique was, that women should not inherite; which law, Edward
+the third, by his right to the Crowne by his mother, cancelled with his
+sword: for so much as at that time made way to his clayme, though in
+France that law bee inuiolable.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><span class = "firstword">Ceas’d</span> was the Thunder, of those
+Drummes which wak’d</p>
+<p>Th’affrighted French their miseries to view,</p>
+<p>At Edwards name, which to that houre still quak’d,</p>
+<p>Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw,</p>
+<p>Yet were the English courages not slak’d,</p>
+<p>But the same Bowes, and the same Blades they drew,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With the same Armes, those weapons to aduance,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Henry the 4. so named of a Town in Lincolne Shiere, where he was
+borne.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Henry the fift, that man made out of fire,</p>
+<p>Th’Imperiall Wreath plac’d on his Princely browe;</p>
+<p>His Lyons courage stands not to enquire</p>
+<p>Which way olde Henry came by it; or howe</p>
+<p>At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire:</p>
+<p>What’s that to him? He hath the Garland now;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Let Bullingbrook beware how he it wan,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For Munmouth meanes to keepe it, if he can.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Henry the fift borne at Munmouth in Wales. <ins class = "correction"
+title = "spelling unchanged (Dowglass in main text)">Dowglas</ins> in
+that battaile slew three in the Kings coat Armour.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That glorious day, which his great Father got,</p>
+<p>Vpon the Percyes; calling to their ayde</p>
+<p>The valiant Dowglass, that Herculian Scot,</p>
+<p>When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde,</p>
+<p>Had quite dishartned eu’ry other plot,</p>
+<p>And all those Tempests quietly had layde,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+No former King had seene a skye so cleere.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">14</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Wickliffe a learned Diuine, and the greatest Protestant of those
+times.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Yet the rich Clergy felt a fearefull Rent,</p>
+<p>In the full Bosome of their Church (whilst she</p>
+<p>A <a class = "note" name = "line14_3" id = "line14_3" href =
+"#note14_3">Monarchesse</a>, immeasurably spent,</p>
+<p>Lesse then she was, and thought she might not be:)</p>
+<p>By Wickclif and his followers; to preuent</p>
+<p>The growth of whose opinions, and to free</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That foule Aspersion, which on her they layde,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+She her strongst witts must stirre vp to her ayde.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Parliament at Leicester.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When presently <a class = "note" name = "line14_9" id = "line14_9"
+href = "#note14_9">a Parliament is <ins class = "correction" title =
+"spelling unchanged: compare note">calld</ins></a></p>
+<p>To sett things steddy, that stood not so right,</p>
+<p>But that thereby the poore might be inthral’d,</p>
+<p>Should they be vrged by those that were of might,</p>
+<p>That in his Empire, equitie enstauld,</p>
+<p>It should continue in that perfect plight;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wherefore to Lester, he th’Assembly drawes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+There to Inact those necessary Lawes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line14_17" id = "line14_17" href =
+"#note14_17">In which one Bill (mongst many) there was red</a>,</p>
+<p>Against the generall, and superfluous waste</p>
+<p>Of temporall Lands, (the Laity that had fed)</p>
+<p>Vpon the Houses of Religion caste,</p>
+<p>Which for defence might stand the Realme in sted,</p>
+<p>Where it most needed were it rightly plac’t;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line14_23" id = "line14_23" href =
+"#note14_23">Which made those Church-men generally to feare</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For all this calme, some tempest might be neare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And being right skilfull, quickly they forsawe,</p>
+<p>No shallow braines this bus’nesse went about:</p>
+<p>Therefore with cunning they must cure this flawe;</p>
+<p>For of the King they greatly stood in doubt,</p>
+<p>Lest him to them, their opposites should drawe,</p>
+<p>Some thing must be thrust in, to thrust that out:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And to this end they wisely must prouide</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+One, this great Engine, Clearkly that could guide.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">15</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Henry Chichley succeeding Arundell (late deceased) in that See.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Chichley, that sate on Canterburies See,</p>
+<p>A man well spoken, grauely stout, and wise,</p>
+<p>The most select, (then thought of that could be,)</p>
+<p>To act what all the Prelacie diuise;</p>
+<p>(For well they knew, that in this bus’nesse, he</p>
+<p>Would to the vtmost straine his faculties;)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Him lift they vp, with their maine strength, to proue</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By some cleane slight this Lybell to remoue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+So they termed it as not worthy of a better tytle.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>His braine in labour, gladly foorth would bring</p>
+<p>Somewhat, that at this needfull time might fit,</p>
+<p>The sprightly humor of this youthfull King,</p>
+<p>If his inuention could but light of it;</p>
+<p>His working soule proiecteth many a thing,</p>
+<p>Vntill at length out of the strength of wit,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He found a warre with France, must be the way</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To dash this Bill, else threatning their decay.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Whilst vacant mindes sate in their breasts at ease,</p>
+<p>And the remembrance of their Conquests past,</p>
+<p>Vpon their fansies doth so strongly sease,</p>
+<p>As in their teeth, their Cowardise it cast</p>
+<p>Rehearsing to them those victorious daies,</p>
+<p>The deeds of which, beyond their names should last,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That after ages, reading what was theirs,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Shall hardly thinke, those men had any Heires.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And to this point, premeditating well,</p>
+<p>A speech, (which chanc’d, the very pinne to cleaue)</p>
+<p>Aym’d, whatsoeuer the successe befell</p>
+<p>That it no roomth should for a second leaue,</p>
+<p>More of this Title then in hand to tell,</p>
+<p>If so his skill him did not much deceaue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And gainst the King in publike should appeare;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line15_32" id = "line15_32" href =
+"#note15_32">Thus frames his speech</a> to the Assembly there.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">16</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration, to the King &amp; Parliament at
+Lecester, in the Eleuen following Stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Pardon my boldnesse, my Liedge Soueraine Lord,</p>
+<p>Nor your Dread presence let my speech offend,</p>
+<p>Your milde attention, fauourably affoord,</p>
+<p>Which, such cleere vigour to my spirit shall lend,</p>
+<p>That it shall set an edge vpon your Sword,</p>
+<p>To my demand, and make you to attend,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Asking you, why, men train’d to Armes you keepe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Your right in France yet suffering still to sleepe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Can such a Prince be in an Iland pent,</p>
+<p>And poorely thus shutt vp within a Sea.</p>
+<p>When as your right includes that large extent,</p>
+<p>To th’either Alpes your Empire forth to lay,</p>
+<p>Can he be English borne, and is not bent</p>
+<p>To follow you, appoint you but the way,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Weele wade if we want ships, the waues or climme,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In one hand hold our swords, with th’other swim.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Crowne of France descended vpon Edward the third, from Isabell his
+Mother, Daughter and suruiuing heyre, to King Philippe of France named
+the fayre.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>What time controules, your braue great Grandsires claim,</p>
+<p>To th’Realme of France, from Philip nam’d the faire,</p>
+<p>Which to King Edward by his mother came,</p>
+<p>Queene Isabel; that Philips onely heire,</p>
+<p>Which this short intermission doth not maime,</p>
+<p>But if it did, as he, so yours repaire;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That where his Right in bloud preuailed not,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In spight of hell, yet by his Sword he got.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>What set that Conqueror, by their Salique Lawes,</p>
+<p>Those poore decrees their Parliaments could make,</p>
+<p>He entred on the iustnesse of his Cause,</p>
+<p>To make good, what he dar’d to vndertake,</p>
+<p>And once in Action, he stood not to pause,</p>
+<p>But in vpon them like a Tempest brake,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And downe their buildings with such fury bare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That they from mists dissolued were to ayre.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">17</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>As those braue Edwards, Father, and the Sonne,</p>
+<p>At Conquer’d Cressy, with successefull lucke,</p>
+<p>Where first all France (as at one game) they wonne,</p>
+<p>Neuer two Warriours, such a Battaile strucke,</p>
+<p>That when the bloudy dismall fight was done,</p>
+<p>Here in one heape, there in another Rucke</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Princes and Peasants lay together mixt,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The English Swords, no difference knew betwixt.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Iames, Daulphine of Viennoies. The Dukes of Lorraine, and Burbon. The
+Earles of Aumerle, Sauoye, Mountbilliard, Flaunders, Neuers &amp;
+Harecourt.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>There Lewes King of <a class = "note" name = "line17_9" id =
+"line17_9" href = "#note17_9">Beame</a> was ouerthrowne</p>
+<p>With valient Charles, of France the younger Brother,</p>
+<p>A Daulphine, and two Dukes, in pieces hewen;</p>
+<p>To them six Earles lay slaine by one another;</p>
+<p>There the grand Prior of France, fetcht his last groane,</p>
+<p>Two Archbishops the boystrous Croud doth smother,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+There fifteene thousand of their Gentrie dy’de</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With each two Souldiers, slaughtered by his side.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+King Iohn of France and Philip his Son taken by the Black Prince at the
+Battaile of Poyteers, brought Prisoners to England.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Iohn of Cleumount.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Peter of Burbon.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Nor the Blacke Prince, at Poyteers battaile fought;</p>
+<p>Short of his Father, and himselfe before,</p>
+<p>Her King and Prince, that prisoners hither brought</p>
+<p>From forty thousand weltring in their gore,</p>
+<p>That in the Worlds opinion it was thought,</p>
+<p>France from that instant could subsist no more,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Marshall, and the Constable, there slaine</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnder the Standard, in that Battaile ta’ne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Examples of such as haue aduanced thẽselues to the Crowne of France
+against the strict letter of the lawe Salique, in the two following
+Stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Nor is this clayme for women to succeede,</p>
+<p>(Gainst which they would your right to France debarre)</p>
+<p>A thing so new, that it so much should neede</p>
+<p>Such opposition, as though fetcht from farre,</p>
+<p>By Pepin this is prou’d, as by a deede,</p>
+<p>Deposing Cheldrick, by a fatall warre,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By Blythild dar’d his title to aduance,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Daughter to Clothar, first so nam’d of France.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">18</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Hugh Capet, who from Charles of Lorayne tooke</p>
+<p>The Crowne of France, that he in peace might raigne,</p>
+<p>As heire to Lingard to her title stooke,</p>
+<p>Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine,</p>
+<p>So holy Lewes poring on his booke,</p>
+<p>Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+From Ermingard his Grandame, claim’d the Crowne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Duke Charles his daughter, wrongfully put downe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Nor thinke my Leege a fitter time then this,</p>
+<p>You could haue found your Title to aduance,</p>
+<p>At the full height when now the faction is,</p>
+<p>T’wixt Burgoyne, and the house of Orleance,</p>
+<p>Your purpose you not possibly can misse,</p>
+<p>It for my Lord so luckily doth chance,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That whilst these two in opposition stand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+You may haue time, your Army there to land.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse,</p>
+<p>My visuall sence, me thinkes in euery eye</p>
+<p>I see such cheere, as of our good successe</p>
+<p>In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;</p>
+<p>Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse</p>
+<p>Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who humbly here submit to your assent.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou’d,</p>
+<p>Then e’r our Fathers got, which rais’d vs hier,</p>
+<p>The Clergies feare that quietly remou’d,</p>
+<p>And into France transferd our Hostile fier,</p>
+<p>It made the English through the world belou’d,</p>
+<p>That durst to those so mighty things aspire,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And gaue so cleere a luster to our fame,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That neighbouring Nations trembled at our name.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">19</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When through the house, this rumor scarcely ran,</p>
+<p>That warre with France propounded was againe,</p>
+<p>In all th’Assembly there was not a man,</p>
+<p>But put the proiect on with might and maine,</p>
+<p>So great applause it generally wan,</p>
+<p>That else no bus’nesse they would entertaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As though their honour vtterly were lost,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+If this designe should any way be crost.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set</p>
+<p>That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,</p>
+<p>What might fall out this enterprize to let,</p>
+<p>As what againe might giue it wings of hast,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line19_13" id = "line19_13" href =
+"#note19_13">And for they knew, the French did still abet</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note19_13">The Scot against vs, (which we
+vsde to tast)</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+It question’d was if it were fit or no,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Ralph Neuill then Warden of the Marches betwixt England and
+Scotland.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+An old adage, He that will France winne: must with Scotland first
+beginne.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Which Ralph then Earle of Westmorland propos’d,</p>
+<p>Quoth he, with Scotland let vs first begin,</p>
+<p>By which we are vpon the North inclos’d,</p>
+<p>And lockt with vs, one Continent within,</p>
+<p>Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos’d,</p>
+<p>And with more ease, yee spatious France may winne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Else of our selues, ere we our Ships can cleere,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To land in France; they will inuade vs here.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Excester the Kings own vnckle.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Not so braue Neuill, Excester replies,</p>
+<p>For that of one two labours were to make,</p>
+<p>For Scotland wholly vpon France relies;</p>
+<p>First, Conquer France, and Scotland yee may take,</p>
+<p>Tis the French pay, the Scot to them that tyes,</p>
+<p>That stopt, asunder quickly yee shall shake</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The French and Scots; to France then first say I,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+First, first, to France, then all the Commons cry.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">20</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The first breach with France.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line20_1" id = "line20_1" href =
+"#note20_1">And instantly an Embassy is sent</a>,</p>
+<p>To Charles of France, to will him to restore</p>
+<p>Those Territories, of whose large extent,</p>
+<p>The English Kings were owners of before;</p>
+<p>Which if he did not, and incontinent,</p>
+<p>The King would set those English on his Shore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That in despight of him, and all his might,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Should leaue their liues there, or redeeme his right.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Countries demanded by the King of England.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>First Normandy, in his demand he makes,</p>
+<p>With Aquitane, a Dutchy no lesse great,</p>
+<p>Aniou, and Mayne, with Gascoyne which he takes</p>
+<p>Cleerely his owne, as any English seat;</p>
+<p>With these proud France, he first of all awakes,</p>
+<p>For their deliuery, giuing power to treat;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For well he knew, if Charles should these restore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+No King of France was euer left so poore.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King and Daulphine of France, deriding the King of England.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The King, and Daulphin, to his proud demand,</p>
+<p>That he might see they no such matter ment,</p>
+<p>As a thing fitter for his youthfull hand;</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line20_20" id = "line20_20" href =
+"#note20_20">A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent</a>,</p>
+<p>Better himselfe to make him vnderstand,</p>
+<p>Deriding his ridiculous intent:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And that was all the answere he could get,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which more, the King doth to this Conquest whet.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Henry the fift answered for the Tennis Balls.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The language of Tennis.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That answering the Ambassadour, quoth he,</p>
+<p>Thanks for my Balls, to Charles your Soueraigne giue,</p>
+<p>And thus assure him, and his sonne from me,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line20_28" id = "line20_28" href =
+"#note20_28">I’le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue,</a></p>
+<p>That they such Racket shall in Paris see,</p>
+<p>When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As that before the Set be fully done,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">21</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>So little doth luxurious France fore-see</p>
+<p>By her disdaine, what shee vpon her drew:</p>
+<p>In her most brauery seeming then to be,</p>
+<p>The punishment that shortly should ensue,</p>
+<p>Which so incenst the English King, that he</p>
+<p>For full reuenge into that fury grew:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That those three horrors, Famine, Sword, and Fire,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Could not suffice to satisfie his ire.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>In all mens mouthes now was no word but warre,</p>
+<p>As though no thing had any other name;</p>
+<p>And folke would aske of them ariu’d from farre,</p>
+<p>What forces were preparing whence they came?</p>
+<p>’Gainst any bus’nesse ’twas a lawfull barre</p>
+<p>To say for France they were; and ’twas a shame</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For any man to take in hand to doe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ought, but some thing that did belong thereto.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Blades accounted of the best temper.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Olde Armours are drest vp, and new are made;</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line21_18" id = "line21_18" href =
+"#note21_18">Iacks</a> are in working, and strong shirts of Male,</p>
+<p>He scowers <a class = "note" name = "line21_19" id = "line21_19" href
+= "#note21_19">an olde Fox</a>, he a Bilbowe blade,</p>
+<p>Now Shields and Targets onely are for sale;</p>
+<p>Who works for warre, now thriueth by his Trade,</p>
+<p>The browne Bill, and the Battell-Axe preuaile:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The curious <a class = "note" name = "line21_23" id = "line21_23" href =
+"#note21_23">Fletcher</a> fits his well-strung Bowe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And his barb’d Arrow which he sets to showe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,</p>
+<p>(E’r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)</p>
+<p>Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,</p>
+<p>With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,</p>
+<p>Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht</p>
+<p>To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And bids them worke that will, to France hee’ll goe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">22</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Armed at all points.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Armings for the thigh and legge.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Armings for the arme and shoulder.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Rich Saddles for <a class = "note" name = "line22_1" id = "line22_1"
+href = "#note22_1">the Light-horse and the Bard</a></p>
+<p>For to be brau’st there’s not a man but plyes,</p>
+<p>Plumes, Bandroules, and Caparizons prepar’d;</p>
+<p>Whether of two, and men at Armes diuise</p>
+<p>The Greaues, or Guyses were the surer guard,</p>
+<p>The Vambrasse, or the Pouldron, they should prize;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And where a stand of Pykes plac’t close, or large,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which way to take aduantage in the Charge.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>One traynes his Horse, another trayles his Pyke,</p>
+<p>He with his Pole-Axe, practiseth the fight,</p>
+<p>The Bowe-man (which no Country hath the like)</p>
+<p>With his sheafe Arrow, proueth by his might,</p>
+<p>How many score off, he his Foe can strike,</p>
+<p>Yet not to draw aboue his bosomes hight:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Trumpets sound the Charge and the Retreat,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The bellowing Drumme, the Martch againe doth beat.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Great Ordnance then but newly in vse.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Cannons vpon their Caridge mounted are,</p>
+<p>Whose Battery France must feele vpon her Walls,</p>
+<p>The Engineer prouiding the Petar,</p>
+<p>To breake the strong Percullice, and the Balls,</p>
+<p>Of Wild-fire deuis’d to throw from farre,</p>
+<p>To burne to ground their Pallaces and Halls:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Some studying are, the scale which they had got,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Thereby to take the Leuell of their Shot.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The man in yeares preacht to his youthfull sonne</p>
+<p>Prest to this Warre, as they sate by the fire,</p>
+<p>What deedes in France were by his Father done,</p>
+<p>To this attempt to worke him to aspire,</p>
+<p>And told him, there how he an Ensigne wonne,</p>
+<p>Which many a yeare was hung vp in the Quire:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And in the Battell, where he made his way,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+How many French men he struck downe that day.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">23</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The good old man, with teares of ioy would tell,</p>
+<p>In Cressy field what prizes Edward play’d,</p>
+<p>As what at Poycteers the Black Prince befell,</p>
+<p>How like a Lyon, he about him layd:</p>
+<p>In deedes of Armes how Awdley did excell,</p>
+<p>For their olde sinnes, how they the French men payd:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+How brauely Basset did behaue him there:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+How Oxford charg’d the Van, Warwick the Reare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And Boy, quoth he, I haue heard thy Grandsire say,</p>
+<p>That once he did an English Archer see,</p>
+<p>Who shooting at a French twelue score away,</p>
+<p>Quite through the body, stuck him to a Tree;</p>
+<p>Vpon their strengths a King his Crowne might lay:</p>
+<p>Such were the men of that braue age, quoth he,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When with his Axe he at his Foe let driue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Murriain and scalpe downe to the teeth did riue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line23_17" id = "line23_17" href =
+"#note23_17">The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his Mule</a>,</p>
+<p>With neighing Steeds the Streetes so pestred are;</p>
+<p>For where he wont in Westminster to rule,</p>
+<p>On his Tribunal sate the man of Warre,</p>
+<p>The Lawyer to his Chamber doth recule,</p>
+<p>For be hath now no bus’nesse at the Barre:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But to make Wills and Testaments for those</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That were for France, their substance to dispose.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line23_25" id = "line23_25" href =
+"#note23_25">By this, the Counsell of this Warre had met</a>,</p>
+<p>And had at large of eu’ry thing discust;</p>
+<p>And the graue Clergie had with them beene set:</p>
+<p>To warrant what they vndertook was iust,</p>
+<p>And as for monies that to be no let,</p>
+<p>They bad the King for that to them to trust:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Church to pawne, would see her Challice layde,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+E’r shee would leaue one Pyoner vnpayde.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">24</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Halfe the circuit of the Island, from the Spanish to the German
+Ocean.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Edward the third.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>From Milford Hauen, to the mouth of Tweed,</p>
+<p>Ships of all burthen to Southampton brought,</p>
+<p>For there the King the Rendeuous decreed</p>
+<p>To beare aboard his most victorious fraught:</p>
+<p>The place from whence he with the greatest speed</p>
+<p>Might land in France, (of any that was thought)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And with successe vpon that lucky shore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Where his great Grandsire landed had before.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But, for he found those vessels were to fewe,</p>
+<p>That into France his Army should conuay:</p>
+<p>He sent to Belgia, whose great store he knewe,</p>
+<p>Might now at neede supply him euery way.</p>
+<p>His bounty ample, as the windes that blewe,</p>
+<p>Such Barkes for Portage out of eu’ry bay</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In Holland, Zealand, and in Flanders, brings;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As spred the wide <a class = "note" name = "line24_16" id = "line24_16"
+href = "#note24_16">sleeue</a> with their canuase wings.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Sea betwixt France and England so called.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Catalogue of the Ships in 12 Stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But first seauen Ships from Rochester are sent,</p>
+<p>The narrow Seas, of all the French to sweepe:</p>
+<p>All men of Warre with <a class = "note" name = "line24_19" id =
+"line24_19" href = "#note24_19">scripts of Mart</a> that went,</p>
+<p>And had command, the Coast of France to keepe:</p>
+<p>The comming of a Nauie to preuent,</p>
+<p>And view what strength, was in the Bay of <a class = "note" name =
+"line24_22" id = "line24_22" href = "#note24_22">Deepe</a>:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And if they found it like to come abroad,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To doe their best to fire it in the Road.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The names of the Kings 7 Ships of War.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+An Indian Bird so great, that she is able to carry an Elephant.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Bonauenture, George, and the Expence,</p>
+<p>Three as tall Ships, as e’r did Cable tewe,</p>
+<p>The Henry Royall, at her parting thence,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line24_28" id = "line24_28" href =
+"#note24_28">Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that flewe</a>:</p>
+<p>The Antilop, the Elephant, Defence,</p>
+<p>Bottoms as good as euer spread a clue:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+All hauing charge, their voyage hauing bin,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Before Southampton to take Souldiers in.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">25</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Twelue Merchants Ships, of mighty burthen all,</p>
+<p>New off the Stocks, that had beene rig’d for <a class = "note" name =
+"line25_2" id = "line25_2" href = "#note25_2">Stoad</a>,</p>
+<p>Riding in Thames by Lymehouse and Blackwall</p>
+<p>That ready were their Merchandize to load,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line25_5" id = "line25_5" href =
+"#note25_5">Straitly commanded by the Admirall,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note25_5">At the same Port to settle their
+aboad</a>:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And each of these a Pinnis at command,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To put her fraught conueniently to land.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Eight goodly Ships, so Bristow ready made,</p>
+<p>Which to the King they bountifully lent,</p>
+<p>With Spanish Wines which they for Ballast lade,</p>
+<p>In happy speed of his braue Voyage ment,</p>
+<p>Hoping his Conquest should enlarge their Trade,</p>
+<p>And there-withall a rich and spacious Tent:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And as, this Fleet the Seuerne Seas doth stem,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Fiue more from Padstowe came along with them.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Hare of Loo, a right good Ship well knowne,</p>
+<p>The yeare before that twice the Strayts had past,</p>
+<p>Two wealthy Spanish Merchants did her owne,</p>
+<p>Who then but lately had repair’d her wast;</p>
+<p>For from her Deck a Pyrate she had blowne,</p>
+<p>After a long Fight, and him tooke at last:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And from Mounts Bay sixe more, that still in sight,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wayted with her before the Ile of Wight.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Bay of Portugall one of the highest working Seas that is known.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>From Plymmouth next came in the Blazing Starre,</p>
+<p>And fiery Dragon to take in their fraught;</p>
+<p>With other foure, especiall men of Warre,</p>
+<p>That in the <a class = "note" name = "line25_28" id = "line25_28"
+href = "#note25_28">Bay of Portugall</a> had fought;</p>
+<p>And though returning from a Voyage farre,</p>
+<p>Stem’d that rough Sea, when at the high’st it wrought:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With these, of Dertmouth seau’n good Ships there were,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The golden Cressant in their tops that beare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">26</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>So Lyme, three Ships into the Nauy sent,</p>
+<p>Of which the Sampson scarse a mon’th before,</p>
+<p>Had sprung a Planke, and her mayne Mast had spent,</p>
+<p>With extreame perill that she got to shore;</p>
+<p>With them fiue other out of Waymouth went,</p>
+<p>Which by Southampton, were made vp a score:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With those that rode (at pleasure) in the Bay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And that at Anchor before Portsmouth lay.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Country lying upon the east Sea bordring upon Poland.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Famous for Herring fishing.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Next these, Newcastle furnisheth the Fleet</p>
+<p>With nine good Hoyes of necessary vse;</p>
+<p>The Danish Pyrats, valiantly that beet,</p>
+<p>Offring to Sack them as they sayl’d for Sluce:</p>
+<p>Six Hulks from Hull at Humbers mouth them meet,</p>
+<p>Which had them oft accompanied to <a class = "note" name =
+"line26_14" id = "line26_14" href = "#note26_14">Pruce</a>.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Fiue more from Yarmouth falling them among,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That had for Fishing beene prepared long.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Cowe of Harwich, neuer put to flight,</p>
+<p>For Hides, and Furres, late to Muscouia bound,</p>
+<p>Of the same Port, another nam’d the Spight,</p>
+<p>That in her comming lately through the Sound,</p>
+<p>After a two-dayes-still-continued fight,</p>
+<p>Had made three Flemings runne themselues a ground;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With three neat <a class = "note" name = "line26_23" id = "line26_23"
+href = "#note26_23">Flee-boats</a> which with them doe take,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Six Ships of Sandwich vp the Fleet to make.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Aydes to the King by the Nobility.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Nine Ships for the Nobility there went,</p>
+<p>Of able men, the enterprize to ayde,</p>
+<p>Which to the King most liberally they lent,</p>
+<p>At their owne charge, and bountifully payde,</p>
+<p>Northumberland, and Westmerland in sent</p>
+<p>Fourescore at Armes a peece, themselues and layde</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+At six score Archers each, as Suffolke showes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Twenty tall men at Armes, with forty Bowes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">27</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Warwick and Stafford leauied at no lesse</p>
+<p>Then noble Suffolke, nor doe offer more</p>
+<p>Of men at Armes, and Archers which they presse,</p>
+<p>Of their owne Tenants, Arm’d with their owne store:</p>
+<p>Their forwardnesse fore-showes their good successe</p>
+<p>In such a Warre, as had not beene before:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And other Barrons vnder Earles that were,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Yet dar’d with them an equall charge to beare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Darcy and Camois, zealous for the King,</p>
+<p>Louell, Fitzwater, Willoughby, and Rosse,</p>
+<p>Berckley, Powis, Burrell, fast together cling;</p>
+<p>Seymer, and Saint Iohn for the bus’nesse closse,</p>
+<p>Each twenty Horse, and forty foote doe bring</p>
+<p>More, to nine hundred mounting in the grosse</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In those nine Ships, and fitly them bestow’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which with the other fall into the Road.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line27_17" id = "line27_17" href =
+"#note27_17">From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders wonne</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note27_17">By weekely pay, threescore
+twelue Bottoms came</a>,</p>
+<p>From fifty vpward, to fiue hundred Tunne;</p>
+<p>For eu’ry vse a Marriner could name,</p>
+<p>Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne,</p>
+<p>Show’d as the Sea had all beene of a flame;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For Skiffes, Crayes, Scallops, and the like, why these</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+From eu’ry small Creeke, cou’red all the Seas.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The man whose way from London hap’d to lye,</p>
+<p>By those he met might guesse the generall force,</p>
+<p>Daily encountred as he passed by,</p>
+<p>Now with a Troupe of Foote, and then of Horse,</p>
+<p>To whom the people still themselues apply,</p>
+<p>Bringing them victuals as in mere remorce:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And still <a class = "note" name = "line27_31" id = "line27_31" href =
+"#note27_31">the acclamation of the presse</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Saint George for England, to your good successe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">28</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line28_1" id = "line28_1" href =
+"#note28_1">There might a man haue seene in eu’ry Streete</a>,</p>
+<p>The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne:</p>
+<p>Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete:</p>
+<p>The Wife with her deare Husband ne’r had done:</p>
+<p>Brother, his Brother, with adieu to greete:</p>
+<p>One Friend to take leaue of another runne:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Mayden with her best belou’d to part,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Gaue him her hand, who tooke away her heart.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue,</p>
+<p>On their coruetting Coursers mounted faire,</p>
+<p>One ware his Mistris Garter, one her Gloue;</p>
+<p>And he a lock of his deare Ladies haire;</p>
+<p>And he her Colours, whom he most did loue;</p>
+<p>There was not one but did some Fauour weare:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And each one tooke it, on his happy speede,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To make it famous by some Knightly deede.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The cloudes of dust, that from the wayes arose,</p>
+<p>Which in their martch, the trampling Troupes doe reare:</p>
+<p>When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose</p>
+<p>In his descending, shining wondrous cleare,</p>
+<p>To the beholder farre off standing showes</p>
+<p>Like some besieged Towne, that were on fire:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As though fore-telling e’r they should returne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That many a Citie yet secure must burne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The well-rig’d Nauie falne into the Road,</p>
+<p>For this short Cut with victuall fully stor’d,</p>
+<p>The King impatient of their long aboad,</p>
+<p>Commands his Army instantly aboard,</p>
+<p>Casting to haue each Company bestow’d,</p>
+<p>As then the time conuenience could afford;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Ships appointed wherein they should goe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And Boats prepar’d for waftage to and fro.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">29</span>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>a</sup> A Blazon of the Ensignes of the seuerall Shires, in 14
+Stanzas following.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>To be imbarqu’d when euery Band comes downe,</p>
+<p>Each in their order as they mustred were,</p>
+<p>Or by the difference of their <sup>a</sup>Armings knowne,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line29_4" id = "line29_4" href =
+"#note29_4">Or by their Colours; for in Ensignes there,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note29_4">Some wore the Armes of their
+most ancient Towne,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note29_4">Others againe their owne Diuises
+beare</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+There was not any, but that more or lesse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Something had got, that something should expresse.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>b</sup> Expressing their freedom, as still retaining their ancient
+liberties, by surprising the Conqueror like a mouing Wood.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>c</sup> An expressiõ of King Harolds death, slaine with an Arrow in
+the head, at the Battaile of Hastings, fighting against the
+Conqueror.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>First, in the <sup>b</sup>Kentish Stremer was a Wood,</p>
+<p>Out of whose top an arme that held a Sword,</p>
+<p>As their right Embleme; and to make it good,</p>
+<p>They aboue other onely had a Word,</p>
+<p>Which was; Vnconquer’d; as that freest had stood.</p>
+<p><sup>c</sup>Sussex the next that was to come Aboard</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Bore a Blacke Lyon Rampant, sore that bled,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With a Field-Arrow darted through the head.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>d</sup> The first famous Earle of that Countrey.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>e</sup> Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that
+County, lying vpon the French sea.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The men of <sup>d</sup>Surrey, Cheeky Blew and gold,</p>
+<p>(Which for braue Warren their first Earle they wore,</p>
+<p>In many a Field that honour’d was of olde:)</p>
+<p>And Hamshere next in the same Colours bore,</p>
+<p>Three Lions Passant, th’ Armes of Beuis bould,</p>
+<p>Who through the World so famous was of yore;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+A siluer<sup>e</sup> Tower, Dorsets Red Banner beares;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>f</sup> As lying the fittest to expell or forwarne Inuasion.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>g</sup> Expressing the delicacy of the Bath, their chiefe
+Citty.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>h</sup> The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of Gloster
+borne by the City.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>a</sup> Stonidge being the first wonder of England, standing in
+Wiltshire.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>b</sup> An old Embleme of Berech, or Berkshire.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The <sup>f</sup>Deuonshire Band, a Beacon set on fire,</p>
+<p>Sommerset <sup>g</sup>a Virgine bathing in a Spring,</p>
+<p>Their Cities Armes, the men of Glostershire,</p>
+<p>In Gold three <sup>h</sup>Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring;</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">30</span>
+<p>Wiltshire a Crowned<sup>a</sup> Piramed; As nigher</p>
+<p>Then any other to martch to the King;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Barkshire a <sup>b</sup>Stag, vnder an Oake that stood,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>c</sup> A Badge of the ancient family of the Staffords Dukes of
+that place.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>d</sup> Queene Helen Founder of the Crosse, wife to Constantine,
+and Daughter to King Coell, builder of Colchester in Essex.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>e</sup> Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>f</sup> For the braue prospect to the Germaine Ocean.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The mustred men for <sup>c</sup>Buckingham, are gone</p>
+<p>Vnder the Swan, the Armes of that olde Towne,</p>
+<p>The Londoners, and Middlesex as one,</p>
+<p>Are by the Red Crosse, and the Dagger knowne;</p>
+<p>The Men of <sup>d</sup>Essex ouermatch’d by none,</p>
+<p>Vnder Queene Hellens Image Martching downe;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<sup>e</sup>Suffolke a Sunne halfe risen from the <a class = "note" name
+= "line30_11" id = "line30_11" href = "#note30_11">brack</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<sup>f</sup>Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphines backe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>g</sup> Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersitie their Shiere
+Towne.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>h</sup> The Armes of the Towne somewhat alluding to the name.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>i</sup> The Armes of the towne of Huntingdon, first so named of a
+place where Hunters met.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Souldiers sent from <sup>g</sup>Cambridgshire, a&nbsp;Bay</p>
+<p>Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower:</p>
+<p>Hartford<sup>h</sup> two Harts that in a Riuer play;</p>
+<p>Bedfords an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower,</p>
+<p>And <sup>i</sup>Huntington a People proud as they,</p>
+<p>Not giuing place to any for their power,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+A youthfull Hunter, with a Chaplet Crown’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In a pyde <a class = "note" name = "line30_20" id = "line30_20" href =
+"#note30_20">Lyam</a> leading forth his Hound.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>k</sup> The armes of the towne.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>l</sup> From the aboundance of wooll in that tract.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>m</sup> A sport more vsed in that Shiere from ancient time, then in
+any other.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>n</sup> For the length that it hath vpon the Germane Ocean.</p>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Northampton<sup>k</sup> with a Castle seated high,</p>
+<p>Supported by two Lyons thither came;</p>
+<p>The men of <sup>l</sup>Rutland, to them marching nie,</p>
+<p>In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram,</p>
+<p>And <sup>m</sup>Lestershire that on their strength relye,</p>
+<p>A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Lincolne<sup>n</sup> a Ship most neatly that was lim’d</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In all her Sailes with Flags and Pennons trim’d.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">31</span>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>a</sup> The Beare and ragged Staffe, the ancient Armes of that
+Earledome.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>b</sup> For the aboundance of fruit more there then in any other
+tract.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>c</sup> The finenesse of the wooll of Lemster in that Shiere.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>d</sup> Many Hermites liued there in the woods in times past, it
+being all forrestie.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>e</sup> Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that Shiere,
+on which many Hawkes were wont to airy.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Stout<sup>a</sup> Warwickshire, her ancient badge the Beare,</p>
+<p>Worster<sup>b</sup> a Peare-Tree laden with the Fruit,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line31_3" id = "line31_3" href =
+"#note31_3">A Golden Fleece and<sup>c</sup> Hereford doth weare</a>,</p>
+<p>Stafford<sup>d</sup> a Hermet in his homely sute,</p>
+<p>Shropshire<sup>e</sup> a Falcon towring in the Ayre,</p>
+<p>And for <a class = "note" name = "line31_6" id = "line31_6" href =
+"#note31_6">the Shiere whose surface seems most brute</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Darby, an Eagle sitting on a Roote,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+A swathed Infant holding in her foote.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>f</sup> That famous out-law liued much in that Country, and is yet
+by many places there celebrated.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>g</sup> Accounted euer the best Archers in England.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Olde<sup>f</sup> Nottingham, an Archer clad in greene,</p>
+<p>Vnder a Tree with his drawne Bowe that stood,</p>
+<p>Which in a checkquer’d Flagge farre off was seene:</p>
+<p>It was the Picture of olde Robin Hood,</p>
+<p>And<sup>g</sup> Lancashire not as the least I weene,</p>
+<p>Thorough three Crownes, three Arrowes smear’d with blood:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Cheshiere a Banner very square and broad,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>h</sup> For their agillity with the Speare, and swiftnesse of their
+Naggs.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>i</sup> Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>k</sup> Expressing the scite therof iuting out into those dangerous
+Seas, betwixt England and Ireland.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>l</sup> Their terrible conflicts <em>(</em>many times<em>)</em>
+with the Scots, expressed in the fight between the golden and red
+Lyons.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>A flaming Lance, the<sup>h</sup> Yorkshiere men for them,</p>
+<p>As those for Durham neere againe at hand,</p>
+<p>A Myter crowned with a Diadem:</p>
+<p>An Armed man, the men of<sup>i</sup> Cumberland:</p>
+<p>So<sup>k</sup> Westmerland link’d with it in one Stem,</p>
+<p>A Ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Northumberland<sup>l</sup> with these com’n as a Brother,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Two Lyons fighting tearing one another.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Thus as themselues the English men had show’d</p>
+<p>Vnder the Ensigne of each seu’rall Shiere,</p>
+<p>The Natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow’d</p>
+<p>To their owne King, nor yet lesse valiant were,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">32</span>
+<p>In one strong Reg’ment had themselues bestow’d,</p>
+<p>And of the rest, resumed had the Reare:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To their owne Quarter marching as the rest,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As neatly Arm’d, and brauely as the best.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>a</sup> Milford Hauen in Pembrookeshiere, one of the brauest
+harbours in the knowne world, therefore not vnaptly so expressed.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>b</sup> Partly Dutch, partly English, partly Welch.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>c</sup> Merlin, by whose birth and knowledge that towne is made
+famous.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><sup>a</sup>Pembrooke, a Boat wherein a Lady stood,</p>
+<p>Rowing her selfe within a quiet Bay;</p>
+<p>Those men of South-Wales of the <sup>b</sup>mixed blood,</p>
+<p>Had of the Welch the leading of the way:</p>
+<p>Caermardin<sup>c</sup> in her Colours beare a Rood,</p>
+<p>Whereon an olde man lean’d himselfe to stay</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+At a Starre pointing; which of great renowne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Was skilfull Merlin, namer of that Towne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>d</sup> A Watch Tower or Pharus, hauing the scituation where
+Seuerne beginneth to widden, as when Pirats haue come in to giue warning
+to the other Maratyne Countries.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>e</sup> For the glory it hath attained, to be the Kings
+birth-place, and to expresse his principalities.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><sup>d</sup>Clamorgan men, a Castell great and hie,</p>
+<p>From which, out of the Battlement aboue,</p>
+<p>A flame shot vp it selfe into the skye:</p>
+<p>The men of <sup>e</sup>Munmouth (for the ancient loue</p>
+<p>To that deare Country; neighbouring them so nie)</p>
+<p>Next after them in Equipage that moue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Three Crownes Imperiall which supported were,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With three Arm’d Armes, in their proud Ensigne beare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>f</sup> The Armes of Brecknock.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>g</sup> Lying towards the midst of Wales, and for aboundance of
+Sheepe, liuing on those high Mountaines.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>h</sup> Expressing the scituation of that Shiere, lying on the
+Maratine part vpon the Irish Sea.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>i</sup> For the aboundance of Goates, being on those inaccessible
+Mountaines.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The men of <sup>f</sup>Brecknock brought a Warlick Tent,</p>
+<p>Vpon whose top there sate a watchfull Cock,</p>
+<p>Radnor,<sup>g</sup> a mountaine of a high assent,</p>
+<p>Thereon a Shepheard keeping of his Flock,</p>
+<p>As <sup>h</sup>Cardigan the next to them that went,</p>
+<p>Came with a Mermayde sitting on a Rock,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And <sup>i</sup>Merioneth beares (as these had done)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Three dancing Goates against the rising Sunne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">33</span>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>a</sup> The Shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>b</sup> As opening it selfe to the great North or Deucalidonian
+Sea.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+<sup>c</sup> Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse, in that little
+Tract.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Those of <sup>a</sup>Montgomery, beare a prancing Steed,</p>
+<p>Denbigh<sup>b</sup> a Neptune with his three-fork’d Mace:</p>
+<p>Flintshiere<sup>c</sup> a Workmayd in her Summers weed,</p>
+<p>With Sheafe and Sickle (with a warlick pace)</p>
+<p>Those of Caernaruon not the least in speed,</p>
+<p>Though marching last (in the mayne Armies face)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Three golden Eagles in their Ensigne brought,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnder which oft braue Owen Guyneth fought.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Seas amazed at the fearefull sight,</p>
+<p>Of Armes, and Ensignes, that aboard were brought,</p>
+<p>Of Streamers, Banners, Pennons, Ensignes pight,</p>
+<p>Vpon each Pup and Prowe; and at the fraught,</p>
+<p>So full of terror, that it hardly might</p>
+<p>Into a naturall course againe be brought,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As the vaste Nauie which at Anchor rides,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Proudly presumes to shoulder out the Tides.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Simile of the Nauy.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line33_17" id = "line33_17" href =
+"#note33_17">The Fleet then full</a>, and floating on the Maine,</p>
+<p>The numerous Masts, with their braue Topsailes spred,</p>
+<p>When as the Winde a little doth them straine,</p>
+<p>Seeme like a Forrest bearing her proud head</p>
+<p>Against some rough flawe, that forerunns a raine;</p>
+<p>So do they looke from euery loftie sted,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which with the Surges tumbled too and fro,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Seeme (euen) to bend, as trees are seene to doe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The braue solemnity at the departing of the Fleet.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>From euery Ship when as the Ordnance rore,</p>
+<p>Of their depart, that all might vnderstand,</p>
+<p>When as the zealous people from the shore,</p>
+<p>Againe with fires salute them from the Land,</p>
+<p>For so was order left with them before,</p>
+<p>To watch the Beacons, with a carefull hand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which being once fierd, the people more or lesse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Should all to Church, and pray for their successe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">34</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>They shape their Course into the Month of Seyne,</p>
+<p>That destin’d Flood those Nauies to receiue,</p>
+<p>Before whose fraught her France had prostrate laine,</p>
+<p>As now she must this, that shall neuer leaue,</p>
+<p>Vntill the Engines that it doth containe,</p>
+<p>Into the ayre her heightned walls shall heaue;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whose stubborne Turrets had refus’d to bow,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To that braue Nation that shall shake them now.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line34_9" id = "line34_9" href =
+"#note34_9">Long Boates with Scouts are put to land before,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note34_9">Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to
+discry</a>,</p>
+<p>(Whilst the braue Army setting is on shore,)</p>
+<p>To view what strength the enemy had nie,</p>
+<p>Pressing the bosome of large France so sore,</p>
+<p>That her pale Genius, in affright doth flye</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To all her Townes and warnes them to awake,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And for her safety vp their Armes to take.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>At Paris, Roan, and Orleance, she calls,</p>
+<p>And at their gates with gronings doth complaine:</p>
+<p>Then cries she out, O get vp to your walls:</p>
+<p>The English Armies are return’d againe,</p>
+<p>Which in two Battailes gaue those fatall falls,</p>
+<p>At Cressie, and at Poyteers, where lay slaine</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Our conquered Fathers, which with very feare</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Quake in their Graues to feele them landed here.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The King of France now hauing vnderstood,</p>
+<p>Of Henries entrance, (but too well improu’d,)</p>
+<p>He cleerly saw that deere must be the blood,</p>
+<p>That it must cost, e’r he could be remou’d;</p>
+<p>He sends to make his other Sea Townes good,</p>
+<p>Neuer before so much it him behou’d;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In eu’ry one a Garison to lay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Fearing fresh powers from England eu’ry day.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">35</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The braue encouragement of a couragious King.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line35_1" id = "line35_1" href =
+"#note35_1">To the high’st earth whilst awfull Henry gets</a>,</p>
+<p>From whence strong Harflew he might easl’est see,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line35_3" id = "line35_3" href =
+"#note35_3">With sprightly words</a>, and thus their courage whets,</p>
+<p>In yonder walls be Mynes of gold (quoth he)</p>
+<p>He’s a poore Slaue, that thinkes of any debts;</p>
+<p>Harflew shall pay for all, it ours shall be:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This ayre of France doth like me wondrous well,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Lets burne our Ships, for here we meane to dwell.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A charitable Proclamation made by the King.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But through his Hoast, <a class = "note" name = "line35_9" id =
+"line35_9" href = "#note35_9">he first of all proclaim’d</a></p>
+<p>In paine of death, no English man should take</p>
+<p>From the Religious, aged, or the maym’d,</p>
+<p>Or women that could no resistance make:</p>
+<p>To gaine his owne for that he onely aym’d;</p>
+<p>Nor would haue such to suffer for his sake:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which in the French (when they the same did heare)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Bred of this braue King, a religious feare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Kings mayne Standard (for the ponderousnes thereof,) euer borne vpon
+a Carriage.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>His Army rang’d, in order fitting warre,</p>
+<p>Each with some greene thing doth his Murrian crowne,</p>
+<p>With his mayne standard fixt vpon the Carre;</p>
+<p>Comes the great King before th’intrenched Towne,</p>
+<p>Whilst from the walls the people gazing are,</p>
+<p>In all their sights he sets his Army downe;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Nor for their shot he careth not a pin,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But seekes where he his Battery may begin.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King makes his approches on three parts.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And into three, his Army doth diuide,</p>
+<p>His strong aproaches on three parts to make;</p>
+<p>Himselfe on th’one, Clarence on th’other side,</p>
+<p>To Yorke and Suffolke he the third doth take,</p>
+<p>The Mines the Duke of Glocester doth guide;</p>
+<p>Then caus’d his Ships the Riuer vp to Stake,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That none with Victuall should the Towne relieue</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Should the Sword faile, with Famine them to grieue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">36</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King summons Harflew.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>From his Pauillion where he sate in State,</p>
+<p>Arm’d for the Siedge, and buckling on his Shield,</p>
+<p>Braue Henry sends his Herault to the Gate,</p>
+<p>By Trumpets sound, to summon them to yeeld,</p>
+<p>And to accept his Mercy, ere to late,</p>
+<p>Or else to say ere he forsooke the field,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Harflew should be but a meere heape of Stones,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Her buildings buried with her Owners bones.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>France on this sudaine put into a fright,</p>
+<p>With the sad newes of Harflew in distresse,</p>
+<p>Whose inexpected, miserable plight,</p>
+<p>She on the suddaine, knew not to redresse,</p>
+<p>But vrg’d to doe the vtmost that she might,</p>
+<p>The peoples feares and clamours to suppresse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Raiseth a power with all the speede she could,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Somewhat thereby, to loose King Henries hold.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Charles de Alibert, and Iohn Bowcequalt.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Marshall, and the Constable of France,</p>
+<p>Leading those Forces <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">levied</ins> for the turne,</p>
+<p>By which they thought their Titles to aduance,</p>
+<p>And of their Countrey endlesse praise to earne,</p>
+<p>But it with them farre otherwise doth chance,</p>
+<p>For when they saw the Villages to burne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And high-towr’d Harflew round ingirt with fires,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They with their powers to Cawdebeck retire.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Simile of the French powers.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Like as a Hinde when shee her Calfe doth see,</p>
+<p>Lighted by chance into a Lions pawes,</p>
+<p>From which should shee aduenture it to free,</p>
+<p>Shee must her selfe fill his deuouring Iawes,</p>
+<p>And yet her young one, still his prey must be,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line36_30" id = "line36_30" href =
+"#note36_30">(Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes:)</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With them so fares it, which must needs goe downe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+If they would fight; and yet must loose the Towne:</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">37</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A description of the siege of Harflewe, in the 19 following <ins class =
+"correction" title = "spelling unchanged">Stanzaes</ins>.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now doe they mount their Ordnance for the day,</p>
+<p>Their scaling Ladders rearing to the walls,</p>
+<p>Their battering Rammes against the gates they lay,</p>
+<p>Their brazen slings send in the wilde-fire balls,</p>
+<p>Baskets of twigs now carie stones and clay,</p>
+<p>And to th’assault who furiously not falls;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Spade and Pickax working are belowe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which then vnfelt, yet gaue the greatest blowe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Rampiers of earth the painefull Pyoners raise</p>
+<p>With the walls equall, close vpon the Dike,</p>
+<p>To passe by which the Souldier that assayes,</p>
+<p>On Planks thrust ouer, one him downe doth strike:</p>
+<p>Him with a mall a second English payes,</p>
+<p>A second French transpearc’d him with a Pyke:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That from the height of the embattel’d Towers,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Their mixed blood ranne downe the walls in showers.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>A French man back into the Towne doth fall,</p>
+<p>With a sheafe Arrow shot into the head;</p>
+<p>An English man in scaling of the wall,</p>
+<p>From the same place is by a stone struck dead;</p>
+<p>Tumbling vpon them logs of wood, and all,</p>
+<p>That any way for their defence might sted:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The hills at hand re-ecchoing with the din</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of shouts without, and fearefull shrickes within.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Crosbowe Arrowes.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When all at once the English men assaile,</p>
+<p>The French within all valiantly defend,</p>
+<p>And in a first assault, if any faile,</p>
+<p>They by a second striue it to amend:</p>
+<p>Out of the Towne come quarries thick as haile;</p>
+<p>As thick againe their Shafts the English send:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The bellowing Canon from both sides doth rore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With such a noyse as makes the Thunder pore.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">38</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now vpon one side you should heare a cry,</p>
+<p>And all that Quarter clowded with a smother;</p>
+<p>The like from that against it by and by;</p>
+<p>As though the one were eccho to the other,</p>
+<p>The King and Clarence so their turnes can ply:</p>
+<p>And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line38_7" id = "line38_7" href =
+"#note38_7">Whose Mynes to the besieg’d more mischiefe doe</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Then with th’assaults aboue, the other two.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>An olde man sitting by the fier side,</p>
+<p>Decrepit with extreamity of Age,</p>
+<p>Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride,</p>
+<p>Almost distracted with the Batteries rage:</p>
+<p>Sometimes doth speake it faire, sometimes doth chide,</p>
+<p>As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By chance a Bullet doth the chimney hit,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which falling in, doth kill both him and it.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Whilst the sad weeping Mother sits her downe,</p>
+<p>To giue her little new-borne Babe the Pap:</p>
+<p>A lucklesse quarry leueld at the Towne,</p>
+<p>Kills the sweet Baby sleeping in her lap,</p>
+<p>That with the fright shee falls into a swoone,</p>
+<p>From which awak’d, and mad with the mishap;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As vp a Rampire shreeking she doth clim,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Comes a great Shot, and strikes her lim from lim.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Whilst a sort runne confusedly to quench,</p>
+<p>Some Pallace burning, or some fired Street,</p>
+<p>Call’d from where they were fighting in the Trench;</p>
+<p>They in their way with Balls of Wilde-fire meet,</p>
+<p>So plagued are the miserable French,</p>
+<p>Not aboue head, but also vnder feet:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For the fierce English vowe the Towne to take,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Or of it soone a heape of stones to make.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">39</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Hot is the Siege the English comming on,</p>
+<p>As men so long to be kept out that scorne,</p>
+<p>Carelesse of wounds as they were made of stone;</p>
+<p>As with their teeth the walls they would haue torne:</p>
+<p>Into a Breach who quickly is not gone;</p>
+<p>Is by the next behind him ouer-borne:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+So that they found a place that gaue them way,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They neuer car’d what danger therein lay.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>From eu’ry Quarter they their course must plye,</p>
+<p>As’t pleas’d the King them to th’assault to call:</p>
+<p>Now on the Duke of Yorke the charge doth lye:</p>
+<p>To Kent and Cornwall then the turne doth fall:</p>
+<p>Then Huntingdon vp to the walls they crye:</p>
+<p>Then Suffolke, and then Excester; which all</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In their meane Souldiers habits vs’d to goe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Taking such part as those that own’d them doe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The men of Harflew rough excursions make,</p>
+<p>Vpon the English watchfull in their Tent,</p>
+<p>Whose courages they to their cost awake,</p>
+<p>With many a wound that often back them sent,</p>
+<p>So proud a Sally that durst vndertake,</p>
+<p>And in the Chase pell mell amongst them went,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For on the way such ground of them they win,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That some French are shut out, some English in.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Nor idely sit our Men at Armes the while,</p>
+<p>Foure thousand Horse that eu’ry day goe out;</p>
+<p>And of the Field are Masters many a mile,</p>
+<p>By putting the Rebellious French to rout;</p>
+<p>No Peasants them with promises beguile:</p>
+<p>Another bus’nesse they were come about;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For him they take, his Ransome must redeeme,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Onely French Crownes, the English men esteeme.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">40</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Whilst English Henry lastly meanes to trye:</p>
+<p>By three vast Mynes, the walls to ouerthrowe.</p>
+<p>The French men their approches that espye,</p>
+<p>By Countermynes doe meete with them belowe,</p>
+<p>And as opposed in the Workes they lye:</p>
+<p>Vp the Besieged the Besiegers blowe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That stifled quite, with powder as with dust,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Longer to walls they found it vaine to trust.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Till Gaucourt then, and <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">Tuttivile</ins> that were</p>
+<p>The Townes Commanders, (with much perill) finde</p>
+<p>The Resolution that the English beare;</p>
+<p>As how their owne to yeelding were enclinde,</p>
+<p>Summon to parly, off’ring frankly there;</p>
+<p>If that ayde came not by a day assignde,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To giue the Towne vp, might their liues stand free:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As for their goods, at Henries will to be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And hauing wonne their conduct to the King,</p>
+<p>Those hardy Chiefes on whom the charge had layne:</p>
+<p>Thither those well-fed Burgesses doe bring,</p>
+<p>What they had off’red strongly to maintaine</p>
+<p>In such a case, although a dang’rous thing,</p>
+<p>Yet they so long vpon their knees remaine:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That fiue dayes respight from his Grant they haue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which was the most, they (for their liues) durst craue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The time perfixed comming to expire,</p>
+<p>And their reliefe ingloriously delay’d:</p>
+<p>Nothing within their sight but sword, and fire;</p>
+<p>And bloody Ensignes eu’ry where display’d:</p>
+<p>The English still within themselues entire,</p>
+<p>When all these things they seriously had way’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To Henries mercy found that they must trust,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For they perceiu’d their owne to be iniust.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">41</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside,</p>
+<p>And from the walls th’Artillary displac’d:</p>
+<p>The Armes of England are aduanc’d in pride:</p>
+<p>The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac’d:</p>
+<p>Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride:</p>
+<p>Into the Streetes their women runne in hast,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Bearing their little Children, for whose sake</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They hop’d the King would the more mercy take.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The gates thus widened with the breath of Warre;</p>
+<p>Their ample entrance to the English gaue:</p>
+<p>There was no dore that then had any barre;</p>
+<p>For of their owne not any thing they haue:</p>
+<p>When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre:</p>
+<p>To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Strucken with wonder, when that face they sawe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wherein such mercy was, with so much awe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And first themselues the English to secure,</p>
+<p>Doubting what danger might be yet within;</p>
+<p>The strongest Forts, and Citadell make sure,</p>
+<p>To showe that they could keepe as well as win,</p>
+<p>And though the spoyles them wondrously alure,</p>
+<p>To fall to pillage e’r they will begin,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They shut each passage, by which any power</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Might be brought on to hinder, but an hower.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That Conquering King which entring at the gate,</p>
+<p>Borne by the presse as in the ayre he swamme:</p>
+<p>Vpon the suddaine layes aside his state,</p>
+<p>And of a Lyon is become a Lambe:</p>
+<p>He is not now what he was but of late:</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line41_30" id = "line41_30" href =
+"#note41_30">But on his bare feete to the Church he came</a>:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By his example, as did all the presse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To giue God thankes, for his first good successe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">42</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+King Henry offereth to decide his right by single combat.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say,</p>
+<p>That though he thus was setled on his shore,</p>
+<p>Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay,</p>
+<p>His ancient right if so he would restore:</p>
+<p>But if the same he wilfully denay,</p>
+<p>To stop th’effusion of their Subiects gore;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line42_7" id = "line42_7" href =
+"#note42_7">He frankly off’reth in a single fight,</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" href = "#note42_7">With the young Daulphine to decide
+his right</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare,</p>
+<p>What answere back, his Herauld him would bring:</p>
+<p>But when he found that he was ne’r the neere;</p>
+<p>And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing,</p>
+<p>As to fight single; nor that any were</p>
+<p>To deale for composition from the King:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He casts for Callice to make forth his way,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And takes such Townes, as in his Iourneyes lay.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But first his bus’nesse he doth so contriue,</p>
+<p>To curbe the Townes-men, should they chance to stirre</p>
+<p>Of Armes, and Office he doth them depriue,</p>
+<p>And to their roomes the English doth preferre:</p>
+<p>Out of the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue,</p>
+<p>And therein sets his Vnckle Excester:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This done, to martch he bids the thundring Drummes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To scourge proud France whẽ now her Cõqueror comes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood,</p>
+<p>How on his way this haughty Henry was</p>
+<p>Ouer the Soame, which is a dangerous flood;</p>
+<p>Pluckt downe the Bridges that might giue him passe;</p>
+<p>And eu’ry thing, if fit for humane food,</p>
+<p>Caus’d to be forrag’d; (to a wondrous masse)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And more then this, his Iourneyes to fore-slowe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He scarce one day vnskirmish’d with, doth goe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">43</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But on his march, in midst of all his foes;</p>
+<p>He like a Lyon keepes them all at bay,</p>
+<p>And when they seeme him strictly to enclose;</p>
+<p>Yet through the thick’st he hewes him out a way:</p>
+<p>Nor the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose;</p>
+<p>Though off’ring oft his Army to fore-lay:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Nor all the power the enuious French can make,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Force him one foote, his path (but) to forsake.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A ford found in the Riuer of Soame.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And each day as his Army doth remoue,</p>
+<p>Marching along vpon Soames Marshy side,</p>
+<p>His men at Armes on their tall Horses proue,</p>
+<p>To finde some shallow, ouer where to ryde,</p>
+<p>But all in vaine against the Streame they stroue,</p>
+<p>Till by the helpe of a laborious guide,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line43_15" id = "line43_15" href =
+"#note43_15">A Ford was found to set his Army ore</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" href = "#note43_15">Which neuer had discouered beene
+before</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The newes <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">divulg’d</ins> that he had waded Soame,</p>
+<p>And safe to shore his Caridges had brought,</p>
+<p>Into the Daulphins bosome strooke so home,</p>
+<p>And one the weakenesse of King Charles so wrought;</p>
+<p>That like the troubled Sea, when it doth Foame,</p>
+<p>As in a rage, to beate the Rocks to nought;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+So doe they storme, and curse on curse they heapt</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Gainst those which should the passages haue kept.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Counsell held at Roan against the King of England.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And at that time, both resident in Roan,</p>
+<p>Thither for this assembling all the Peeres,</p>
+<p>Whose Counsailes now must vnderprop their Throne</p>
+<p>Against the Foe; which, not a man but feares;</p>
+<p>Yet in a moment confident are growne,</p>
+<p>When with fresh hopes, each one his fellow cheeres,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That ere the English to their Callis got,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Some for this spoile should pay a bloudy shot.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">44</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line44_1" id = "line44_1" href =
+"#note44_1">Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile satt</a>,</p>
+<p>With Berry and with <a class = "note" name = "line44_2" id =
+"line44_2" href = "#note44_2">Britaine</a> their Alies;</p>
+<p>Now speake they of this course, and then of that,</p>
+<p>As to insnare him how they might diuise;</p>
+<p>Something they faine would doe, but know not what,</p>
+<p>At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And crauing silence of the King and Lords,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Against the English, brake into these words.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Had this vnbridled youth an Army led,</p>
+<p>That any way were worthy of your feare,</p>
+<p>Against our Nation, that durst turne the head,</p>
+<p>Such as the former English forces were,</p>
+<p>This care of yours, your Countrey then might sted,</p>
+<p>To tell you then, who longer can forbeare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That into question, you our valour bring,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To call a Counsaile for so poore a thing.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line44_17" id = "line44_17" href =
+"#note44_17">A Route of tatter’d Rascalls starued so</a>,</p>
+<p>As forced through extreamity of need</p>
+<p>To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe,</p>
+<p>And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed,</p>
+<p>Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so,</p>
+<p>And other foule diseases that they breed,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That they, there Armes disabled are to sway,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But in their march doe leaue them on the way.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And to our people but a handfull are,</p>
+<p>Scarse thirtie thousand, when to Land they came,</p>
+<p>Of which to England dayly some repayre,</p>
+<p>Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame,</p>
+<p>Fitter for Spittles, and the Surgions care,</p>
+<p>Then with their Swords on vs to winne them fame,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnshod, and without stockings are the best,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And those by Winter miserably opprest.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">45</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>To let them dye vpon their march abroad,</p>
+<p>And Fowles vpon their Carkases to feed,</p>
+<p>The heapes of them vpon the common road</p>
+<p>A great infection likely were to breed,</p>
+<p>For our owne safeties see them then bestow’d,</p>
+<p>And doe for them this charitable deede:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnder our Swords together let them fall,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And one that day they dye, be buried all.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>This bold <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">invectiue</ins> forc’d against the Foe,</p>
+<p>Although it most of the Assembly seas’d,</p>
+<p>Yet those which better did the English know,</p>
+<p>Were but a little with his speeches pleas’d,</p>
+<p>And that the Duke of Berry meant to showe:</p>
+<p>Which when the murmure somewhat was appeas’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+After a while their listning silence breakes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>My Liedge, quoth he, and you my Lords, and Peeres,</p>
+<p>Whom this great businesse chiefely doth concerne,</p>
+<p>By my experience, now so many yeeres</p>
+<p>To know the English I am not to learne;</p>
+<p>Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares</p>
+<p>Than fitteth Manhood, nor doe hope to earne</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Suffrage from any; but by zeale am wonne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To speake my minde here, as the Duke hath done.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Th’euents of Warre are various (as I know)</p>
+<p>And say, the losse vpon the English light,</p>
+<p>Yet may a dying man giue such a blow,</p>
+<p>As much may hinder his proud Conquerours might;</p>
+<p>It is enough our puissant power to showe</p>
+<p>To the weake English, now vpon their flight,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When want, and winter, strongly spurre them on,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+You else but slay them, that would faine be gon.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">46</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>I like our Forces their first course should hold,</p>
+<p>To skirmish with them, vpon euery stay,</p>
+<p>But fight by no meanes with them, though they would,</p>
+<p>Except they finde them forraging for pray,</p>
+<p>So still you haue them shut vp in a Fould,</p>
+<p>And still to Callis keepe them in their way;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+So Fabius wearied Hanibal, so we</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+May English Henry, pleased if you be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And of the English rid your Countrey cleane,</p>
+<p>If on their backs, but Callice walles they win,</p>
+<p>Whose Frontier Townes you easly may maintaine,</p>
+<p>With a strong Army still to keepe them in;</p>
+<p>Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne,</p>
+<p>And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ere with Supplys againe they can inuade,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Spent in the Voyage lately hither made.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That day at Poyteers, in that bloudy Field,</p>
+<p>The sudaine turne in that great Battell then,</p>
+<p>Shall euer teach me, whilest I Armes can weeld,</p>
+<p>Neuer to trust to multitudes of men;</p>
+<p>Twas the first day that ere I wore a Sheeld,</p>
+<p>Oh let me neuer see the like agen!</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell wonne</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As to behold it might amaze the Sunne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>There did I see our conquered Fathers fall,</p>
+<p>Before the English on that fatall ground,</p>
+<p>When as to ours their number was but small,</p>
+<p>And with braue <a class = "note" name = "line46_28" id = "line46_28"
+href = "#note46_28">Spirits</a> France ne’r did more abound,</p>
+<p>Yet oft that Battaile into minde I call,</p>
+<p>Whereas of ours, one man seemd all one wound,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+I instance this; yet humbly here submit</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+My selfe to fight, if you shall thinke it fit.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">47</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Young mens counsailes ofttimes proue the vtter subuersion both of
+themselues and others.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Marshall and the Constable about</p>
+<p>To second, what this sager Duke had said:</p>
+<p>The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out,</p>
+<p>Gainst their opinions, so that ouer-sway’d,</p>
+<p>Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt;</p>
+<p>Alanzon as an Oracle obay’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And not a French then present, but doth sweare</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To kill an English if ynow there were.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The French King sendeth to dare the King of England to Battaile.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>A Herault posted presently away,</p>
+<p>The King of England to the field to dare,</p>
+<p>To bid him cease his spoyle, nor to delay</p>
+<p>Gainst the French power his forces but prepare:</p>
+<p>For that King Charles determin’d to display</p>
+<p>His bloody Ensignes, and through France declare</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The day, and place, that Henry should set downe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In which their Battailes, should dispose the Crowne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King of Englands modest answer.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>This newes to Henry by the Herault brought,</p>
+<p>As one dispassion’d soberly (quoth he)</p>
+<p>Had your King pleas’d, we sooner might haue fought;</p>
+<p>For now my Souldiers much enfeebled be:</p>
+<p>Nor day, nor place, for Battaile shall be sought</p>
+<p>By English Henry: but if he seeke me,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+I to my vtmost will my selfe defend,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And to th’Almighties pleasure leaue the end.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The brute of this intended Battaile spred,</p>
+<p>The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes,</p>
+<p>And in the French that daring boldnesse bred:</p>
+<p>Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes,</p>
+<p>Thinking the English downe so farre to tred,</p>
+<p>As past that day ne’r more to rise in Armes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+T’extirpe the name, if possible it were,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+At least not after to be heard of there.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">48</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Simily of the rising of the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>As when you see the enuious Crowe espye,</p>
+<p>Something that shee doth naturally detest:</p>
+<p>With open throat how shee doth squall and crye;</p>
+<p>And from the next Groue calleth in the rest,</p>
+<p>And they for those beyond them bawling flye,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line48_6" id = "line48_6" href =
+"#note48_6">Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre infest</a>:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Thus French, the French to this great Battaile call,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vpon their swords to see the English fall.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Dauid Gam, a great Captain in that Warr.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And to the King when seriously one tolde,</p>
+<p>With what an Host he should encountred be,</p>
+<p>Gam noting well, the King did him behold,</p>
+<p>In the reporting; Merrily (quoth he)</p>
+<p>My Liege I’le tell you if I may be bold,</p>
+<p>We will diuide this Army into three:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+One part we’ll kill, the second prisoners stay;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And for the third, we’ll leaue to runne away.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But for the Foe came hourely in so fast,</p>
+<p>Lest they his Army should disordred take:</p>
+<p>The King who wisely doth the worst forecast,</p>
+<p>His speedy martch doth presently forsake,</p>
+<p>Into such forme and his Battalion cast;</p>
+<p>That doe their worst they should not eas’ly shake:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For that his scouts which forrag’d had the Coast,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Yorke.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>On which ere long the English Vanward light,</p>
+<p>Which York, of men the brauest, doth command,</p>
+<p>When either of them in the others sight,</p>
+<p>He caus’d the Army instantly to stand,</p>
+<p>As though preparing for a present Fight,</p>
+<p>And rideth forth from his couragious Band,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To view the French, whose numbers ouer spread,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The troubled Country on whose earth they tread.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">49</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now were both Armies got vpon that ground,</p>
+<p>As on a Stage, where they their strengthes must trye,</p>
+<p>Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wound,</p>
+<p>There’s many a soule into the Ayre must flye:</p>
+<p>Meane while the English that some ease had found;</p>
+<p>By the aduantage of a Village nie,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+There set them downe the Battell to abide,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Where they the place had strongly fortifide.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The French scorning the English, being so fewe in respect of their
+mighty power.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Made drunke with pride the haughty French disdaine,</p>
+<p>Lesse then their owne, a multitude to view,</p>
+<p>Nor aske of God the victory to gaine,</p>
+<p>Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe,</p>
+<p>To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine,</p>
+<p>And lastly to that insolence they grewe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line49_15" id = "line49_15" href =
+"#note49_15">Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>For knots of corde to eu’ry Towne they send,</p>
+<p>The Captiu’d English that they caught to binde,</p>
+<p>For to perpetuall slau’ry they intend:</p>
+<p>Those that aliue they on the Field should finde,</p>
+<p>So much as that they fear’d lest they should spend</p>
+<p>Too many English, wherefore they assignde</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Some to keepe fast those, fayne that would be gon</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+After the Fight, to try their Armes vpon.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>One his bright sharpe-eg’d Semiter doth showe,</p>
+<p>Off’ring to lay a thousand Crownes (in pride)</p>
+<p>That he two naked English at one blowe,</p>
+<p>Bound back to back will at the wasts diuide,</p>
+<p>Some bett his sword will do’t, some others no,</p>
+<p>After the Battaile, and they’ll haue it tride:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Another wafts his Blade about his head,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">50</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>They part their prisoners, passing them for debt,</p>
+<p>And in their Ransome ratibly accord</p>
+<p>To a Prince of ours, a Page of theirs they set;</p>
+<p>And a French Lacky to an English Lord;</p>
+<p>As for our Gentry them to hyre they’ll let,</p>
+<p>And as good cheape as they can them afford,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Branded for Slaues that if they hapt to stray,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Knowne by the marke, them any one might slay.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line50_9" id = "line50_9" href =
+"#note50_9">And cast to make a Chariot for the King</a>,</p>
+<p>Painted with Antickes, and ridiculous toyes,</p>
+<p>In which they meane to Paris him to bring,</p>
+<p>To make sport to their Madames and their Boyes,</p>
+<p>And will haue Rascalls, Rymes of him to sing,</p>
+<p>Made in his mock’ry; and in all these ioyes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They bid the Bells to ring, and people crie,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Before the Battaile, France and Victorie.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And to the King and Daulphine sent away</p>
+<p>(Who at that time residing were in Roane)</p>
+<p>To be partakers of that glorious day:</p>
+<p>Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne,</p>
+<p>Lest that of them ensuing times should say,</p>
+<p>That for their safety they forsooke their owne:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When France did that braue victory obtaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That shall her lasting’st monument remaine.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles,</p>
+<p>Not dar’d by doubt, and lesse appaul’d with dread</p>
+<p>Of their Arm’d Pykes, some sharpning are the pyles,</p>
+<p>The Archer grinding his barb’d Arrow head:</p>
+<p>Their Bills and Blades, some whetting are with Files:</p>
+<p>And some their Armours strongly Riueted:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line50_31" id = "line50_31" href =
+"#note50_31">Some pointing Stakes to stick into the ground,</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" href = "#note50_31">To guard the Bow-men</a>, and
+their Horse to wound.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">51</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Ryot in the French Campe the night before the Battell.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The night fore-running this most dreadfull day:</p>
+<p>The French that all to iollity encline:</p>
+<p>Some fall to dancing, some againe to play:</p>
+<p>And some are drinking to this great Designe:</p>
+<p>But all in pleasure spend the night away:</p>
+<p>The Tents with lights, the Fields with Boone-fires shine:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The common Souldiers Free-mens Catches sing:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With showtes and laughter all the Campe doth ring.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The wearied English watchfull o’r their Foes,</p>
+<p>(The depth of night then drawing on so fast)</p>
+<p>That fayne a little would themselues repose,</p>
+<p>With thanks to God, doe take that small repast</p>
+<p>Which that poore Village willingly bestowes:</p>
+<p>And hauing plac’d their Sentinels at last,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They fall to Prayer, and in their Cabins blest,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+T’refresh their spirits, then tooke them to their rest.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Pondering in his thoughts, his Fathers comming to the Crowne by deposing
+the rightfull King.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay’d,</p>
+<p>Whilst all his Army round about him slept,</p>
+<p>His restlesse head vpon his Helmet stay’d,</p>
+<p>For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept:</p>
+<p>Great God (quoth he) withdraw not now thy ayde:</p>
+<p>Nor let my Father Henries sinnes be heapt</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+On my transgressions, vp the Summe to make,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For which thou may’st me vtterly forsake.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken vp, where it
+was meanely buried at Langley, and to be layde in Westminster by his
+first Wife Queene Anne.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line51_25" id = "line51_25" href =
+"#note51_25">King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe not call</a>,</p>
+<p>Nor how for him my Father did offend,</p>
+<p>From vs alone deriue not thou his fall,</p>
+<p>Whose odious life caus’d his vntimely end,</p>
+<p>That by our Almes be expiated all:</p>
+<p>Let not that sinne on me his Sonne desend,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When as his body I translated haue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And buried in an honourable Graue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">52</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>These things thus pondring, sorrow-ceasing sleepe,</p>
+<p>From cares to rescue his much troubled minde,</p>
+<p>Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe,</p>
+<p>And in soft slumbers euery sense doth binde,</p>
+<p>(As vndisturbed euery one to keepe)</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line52_6" id = "line52_6" href =
+"#note52_6">When as that Angell to whom God assign’d,</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" href = "#note52_6">The guiding of the English</a>,
+gliding downe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The silent Campe doth with fresh courage crowne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>His glittering wings he gloriously displaies,</p>
+<p>Ouer the Hoste as euery way it lyes</p>
+<p>With golden Dreames their trauell, and repaies,</p>
+<p>This Herault from the Rector of the skies,</p>
+<p>In Vision warnes them not to vse delayes,</p>
+<p>But to the Battell cheerefully to rise,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And be victorious, for that day at hand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He would amongst them for the English stand.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The dawne scarse drewe the curtaines of the East,</p>
+<p>But the late wearied Englishmen awake,</p>
+<p>And much refreshed with a little rest</p>
+<p>Themselues soone ready for the Battaile make,</p>
+<p>Not any one but feeleth in his breast,</p>
+<p>That sprightly fire which Courage bids him take,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For ere the Sunne next rising went to bed,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The French by them in triumph should be led.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The great care of a wise and politike Captaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And from their Cabins, ere the French arose,</p>
+<p>(Drown’d in the pleasure of the passed night,)</p>
+<p>The English cast their Battailes to dispose,</p>
+<p>Fit for the ground whereon they were to fight:</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line52_29" id = "line52_29" href =
+"#note52_29">Foorth that braue King couragious Henry goes,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note52_29">An hower before that it was
+fully light</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To see if there might any place be found,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To giue his Hoste aduantage by the ground.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">53</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Where twas his hap a Quicksett hedge to view,</p>
+<p>Well growne in height; and for his purpose thin,</p>
+<p>Yet by the Ditch vpon whose banke it grew,</p>
+<p>He found it to be difficult to winne,</p>
+<p>Especially if those of his were true,</p>
+<p>Amongst the shrubbs that he should set within,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By which he knew their strength of Horse must come,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+If they would euer charge his Vanguard home.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+This Stratagem the ouerthrow of the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And of three hundred Archers maketh choice,</p>
+<p>Some to be taken out of euery Band,</p>
+<p>The strongest Bowmen, by the generall voyce,</p>
+<p>Such as beside were valient of their hand,</p>
+<p>And to be so imployed, as would reioyce,</p>
+<p>Appointing them behinde the hedge to stand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To shrowde themselues from sight, and to be mute,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vntill a signall freely bad them shute.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The gamesome Larke now got vpon her Wing,</p>
+<p>As twere the English earely to awake,</p>
+<p>And to wide heauen her cheerefull notes doth sing,</p>
+<p>As shee for them would intercession make,</p>
+<p>Nor all the noyse that from below doth spring,</p>
+<p>Her ayrie walke can force her to forsake,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of some much noted, and of others lesse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But yet of all presaging good successe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The lazie French their leisure seem to take,</p>
+<p>And in their Cabins keepe themselues so long,</p>
+<p>Till flocks of Rauens them with noyse awake,</p>
+<p>Ouer the Army like a Cloud that hong,</p>
+<p>Which greater haste inforceth them to make,</p>
+<p>When with their croaking all the Countrey rong,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which boaded slaughter as the most doe say,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But by the French it turned was this way.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">54</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The French mis-interpret the flight of Rauens houering ouer their owne
+Campe.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That this diuyning Foule well vnderstood,</p>
+<p>Vpon that place much gore was to be spill’d,</p>
+<p>And as those Birds doe much delight in blood,</p>
+<p>With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill’d,</p>
+<p>So waited they vpon their Swords for food,</p>
+<p>To feast vpon the English being kill’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Then little thinking that these came in deed</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+On their owne mangled Carkases to feed.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When soone the French preparing for the Field,</p>
+<p>Their armed troops are setting in array,</p>
+<p>Whose wondrous numbers they can hardly weeld,</p>
+<p>The place too little <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">wherevpon</ins> they lay,</p>
+<p>They therefore to necessitie must yeeld,</p>
+<p>And into Order put them as they may,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whose motion sounded like to Nilus fall,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That the vaste ayre was deafned therewithall.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Marshalling of the French Army, containing three stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Constable, and Admirall of France,</p>
+<p>With the grand Marshall, men of great command:</p>
+<p>The Dukes of Burbon, and of Orleance,</p>
+<p>Some for their place, some for their birth-right stand,</p>
+<p>The Daulphine of <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">Averney</ins> (to aduance</p>
+<p>His worth and honour) of a puissant hand:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Earle of Ewe in Warre that had beene bred,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+These mighty men the mighty Vanward led.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The mayne brought forward by the Duke of Barre,</p>
+<p>Neuers, and Beamont, men of speciall name:</p>
+<p>Alanzon thought, not equall’d in this Warre,</p>
+<p>With them Salines, Rous, and Grandpre came,</p>
+<p>Their long experience, who had fetcht from farre,</p>
+<p>Whom this expected Conquest doth enflame,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Consisting most of Crosbowes, and so great,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As France her selfe it well might seeme to threat.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">55</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Duke of Brabant of high valour knowne,</p>
+<p>The Earles of Marle, and Faconbridge the Reare,</p>
+<p>To Arthur Earle of Richmount’s selfe alone,</p>
+<p>They leaue the Right wing to be guided there:</p>
+<p>Lewes of Burbon, second yet to none,</p>
+<p>Led on the left; with him that mighty Peere</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Earle of Vandome, who of all her men</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Large France entytled, her great Master then.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Marshalling of the English Army cõtaining fiue stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Duke of Yorke the English Vanward guides,</p>
+<p>Of our strong Archers, that consisted most;</p>
+<p>Which with our Horse was wing’d on both the sides:</p>
+<p>T’affront so great and terrible an Host;</p>
+<p>There valiant Fanhope, and there Beamount rides,</p>
+<p>With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That morning early, and had seene at large,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+How the Foe came, that then they were to charge.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Henry himselfe, on the mayne Battell brings,</p>
+<p>Nor can these Legions of the French affright</p>
+<p>This Mars of men, this King of earthly Kings:</p>
+<p>Who seem’d to be much pleased with the sight,</p>
+<p>As one ordayn’d t’accomplish mighty things;</p>
+<p>Who to the Field came in such brau’ry dight:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As to the English boades succesfull luck</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Before one stroke, on either side was struck.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The brauery of King Henryes owne person.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>In Warlike state the Royall Standard borne</p>
+<p>Before him, as in splendrous Armes he road,</p>
+<p>Whilst <a class = "note" name = "line55_27" id = "line55_27" href =
+"#note55_27">his coruetting Courser</a> seem’d in scorne</p>
+<p>To touch the earth whereon he proudly troad,</p>
+<p>Lillyes, and Lyons quarterly adorne;</p>
+<p>His Shield, and his Caparison doe load:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vpon his Helme a Crowne with Diamonds deckt,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which through the Field their Radient fiers reflect.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">56</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Duke of Gloster neere to him agen,</p>
+<p>T’assist his Brother in that dreadfull day,</p>
+<p>Oxford and Suffolke both true Marshiall men,</p>
+<p>Ready to keepe the Battell in Array,</p>
+<p>To Excester there was appointed then</p>
+<p>The Reare; on which their second succours lay:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which were the youth, most of the Noblest blood,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnder the Ensignes of their names that stood.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Then of the stakes he doth the care commend,</p>
+<p>To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong,</p>
+<p>Onely diuis’d the Archers to defend,</p>
+<p>Pointed with Iron and of fiue foote long;</p>
+<p>To be remou’d still which way they should bend,</p>
+<p>Where the French Horse should thick’st vpon them throng</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which when the Host to charge each other went,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Show’d his great wit that first did them inuent.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The scornfull message of the French to the King of England.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Kings answer to the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight,</p>
+<p>The French themselues assuring of the day;</p>
+<p>Send to the King of England (as in spight)</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line56_20" id = "line56_20" href =
+"#note56_20">To know what he would for his Ransome pay</a>,</p>
+<p>Who with this answere doth their scorne requite:</p>
+<p>I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And e’r the day be past, I hope to see,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Constables Oration to the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The French which found how little Henry makes,</p>
+<p>Of their vaine boasts, as set therewith on fire,</p>
+<p>Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes;</p>
+<p>The Constable to raise their spleene the hyer,</p>
+<p>Thus speakes: Braue friends now for your Grandsires sakes,</p>
+<p>Your Country, Honours, or what may inspire</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Your soules with courage, straine vp all your powers,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To make this day victoriously ours.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">57</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Forward stout French, your valours and aduance,</p>
+<p>By taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line57_3" id = "line57_3" href =
+"#note57_3">And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note57_3">Which to this day vnsteady doth
+remaine</a>:</p>
+<p>Now with your swords their Traytours bosomes lance,</p>
+<p>And with their bloods wash out that ancient staine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And make our earth drunke with the English gore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which hath of ours oft surfited before.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Let not one liue in England once to tell,</p>
+<p>What of their King, or of the rest became:</p>
+<p>Nor to the English, what in France befell:</p>
+<p>But what is bruted by the generall fame:</p>
+<p>But now the Drummes began so lowd to yell,</p>
+<p>As cut off further what he would declame:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And Henry seeing them on so fast to make,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line57_16" id = "line57_16" href =
+"#note57_16">Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King of Englands Oration to the English.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Thinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause,</p>
+<p>And he’s no man their number that will wey;</p>
+<p>Thus our great Grandsire purchas’d his applause,</p>
+<p>The more they are, the greater is our prey,</p>
+<p>We’ll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes,</p>
+<p>And let report to England this Conuey</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That it for me no Ransome e’r shall rayse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Either I’le Conquer, or here end my dayes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>It were no glory for vs to subdue</p>
+<p>Them, then our number, were the French no more;</p>
+<p>When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue,</p>
+<p>Three times so many as themselues before,</p>
+<p>But to doe something that were strange and new:</p>
+<p>Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And with their swords we’ll hewe yan Forrest downe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">58</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The meanest Souldier if in Fight he take,</p>
+<p>The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne,</p>
+<p>Without controule shall him his prisoner make,</p>
+<p>And haue his Ransome freely as his owne:</p>
+<p>Now English lyes our Honour at the stake,</p>
+<p>And now or neuer be our Valour showne:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+God and our Cause, Saint George for England stands,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Now Charge them English, fortune guide your hands.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line58_9" id = "line58_9" href =
+"#note58_9">When hearing one wish all the valiant men</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note58_9">At home in England, with them
+present were</a>;</p>
+<p>The King makes answere instantly agen,</p>
+<p>I would not haue one man more then is here:</p>
+<p>If we subdue, lesse should our praise be then:</p>
+<p>If ouercome, lesse losse shall England beare:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And to our numbers we should giue that deede,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which must from Gods owne powerfull hand proceede.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The high valour of the King of England.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The dreadfull Charge the Drummes &amp; Trumpets sound,</p>
+<p>With hearts exalted, though with humbled eyes,</p>
+<p>When as the English kneeling on the ground,</p>
+<p>Extend their hands vp to the glorious skyes;</p>
+<p>Then from the earth as though they did rebound,</p>
+<p>Actiue as fire immediatly they rise:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And such a shrill showt from their throats they sent,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As made the French to stagger as they went.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the Signall to the English.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Wherewith they stopt, when Erpingham which led</p>
+<p>The Armie, sawe, the showt had made them stand,</p>
+<p>Wafting his Warder thrice about his head,</p>
+<p>He cast it vp with his auspicious hand,</p>
+<p>Which was the signall through the English spread,</p>
+<p>That they should Charge: which as a dread command</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Made them rush on, yet with a second rore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Frighting the French worse then they did before.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">59</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But when they sawe the Enemie so slowe,</p>
+<p>Which they expected faster to come on,</p>
+<p>Some scattering Shot they sent out as to showe,</p>
+<p>That their approach they onely stood vpon;</p>
+<p>Which with more feruour made their rage to glowe,</p>
+<p>So much disgrace that they had vnder-gone.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which to amend with Ensignes let at large,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vpon the English furiously they Charge.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Simily of the French charging the English.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line59_9" id = "line59_9" href =
+"#note59_9">At the full Moone looke how th’vnweldy Tide</a>,</p>
+<p>Shou’d by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise</p>
+<p>At the full height, against the ragged side</p>
+<p>Of so me rough Cliffe (of a Gigantick sise)</p>
+<p>Foming with rage impetuously doth ride;</p>
+<p>The angry French (in no lesse furious wise)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Assayle the English to dispierce their force.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The three hundred Archers layd in ambush, disorder the French men at
+Armes at the first encounter.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as those Archers there in Ambush layde,</p>
+<p>Hauing their Broad side as they came along,</p>
+<p>With their barb’d Arrowes the French Horses payde:</p>
+<p>And in their flankes like cruell Hornets stong:</p>
+<p>They kick and crie, of late that proudly nayde:</p>
+<p>And from their seats their Armed Riders flong:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They ranne together flying from the Dike,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And make their Riders one another strike.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And whilst the Front of the French Vanguard makes,</p>
+<p>Vpon the English thinking them to Route,</p>
+<p>Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes,</p>
+<p>And being wounded, turne themselues about:</p>
+<p>The Bit into his teeth the Courser takes,</p>
+<p>And from his Rank flyes with his Master out,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+If in the throng not both together throwne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">60</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Tumbling on heapes, some of their Horses cast</p>
+<p>With their foure feete all vp into the ayre:</p>
+<p>Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last:</p>
+<p>Some breake their Raynes, and thence their Riders beare:</p>
+<p>Some with their feete stick in the Stirups fast,</p>
+<p>By their fierce Iades, are trayled here and there:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Entangled in their Bridles, one back drawes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And pluckes the Bit out of anothers iawes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>With showers of Shafts yet still the English ply</p>
+<p>The French so fast, vpon the point of flight:</p>
+<p>With the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by,</p>
+<p>Not all this while had medled in the Fight,</p>
+<p>Vpon the Horses as in Chase they flye,</p>
+<p>Arrowes so thick, in such aboundance light,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That their broad buttocks men like Butts might see,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whereat for pastime Bow-men shooting be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Two wings of French horse defeated.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When soone De Linnies and Sureres hast,</p>
+<p>To ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle,</p>
+<p>With two light wings of Horse which had beene plac’t,</p>
+<p>Still to supply where any should recoyle:</p>
+<p>But yet their Forces they but vainely waste,</p>
+<p>For being light, into the generall spoyle.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Yet scapes himselfe; but braue Sureres slaine.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped,</p>
+<p>Sends his command that instantly it stay,</p>
+<p>Desiring Yorke so brauely that had led,</p>
+<p>To hold his Souldiers in their first array,</p>
+<p>For it the Conflict very much might sted,</p>
+<p>Somewhat to fall aside, and giue him way,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Till full vp to him he might bring his power,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And make the Conquest compleate in an hower.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">61</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The English Vaward and maine Battaile charge the French both at
+once.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Which Yorke obayes, and vp King Henry comes,</p>
+<p>When for his guidance he had got him roome.</p>
+<p>The dreadfull bellowing of whose strait-brac’d Drummes,</p>
+<p>To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome,</p>
+<p>And them with such stupidity benummes,</p>
+<p>As though the earth had groaned from her wombe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For the grand slaughter ne’r began till then,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Couering the earth with multitudes of men.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Vpon the French what Englishman not falls,</p>
+<p>(By the strong Bowmen beaten from their Steeds)</p>
+<p>With Battle-axes, Halberts, Bills, and Maules,</p>
+<p>Where, in the slaughter euery one exceedes,</p>
+<p>Where euery man, his fellow forward calls,</p>
+<p>And shows him where some great-born Frenchman bleeds</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whilst Scalps about like broken pot sherds fly,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And kill, kill, kill, the Conquering English cry.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now wexed horror to the very height,</p>
+<p>And scarse a man but wet-shod went in gore,</p>
+<p>As two together are in deadly fight,</p>
+<p>And to death wounded, as one tumbleth ore,</p>
+<p>This Frenchman falling, with his very weight</p>
+<p>Doth kill another strucken downe before,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As he againe so falling, likewise feeles</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+His last breath hastned by anothers heeles.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And whilst the English eagerly pursue</p>
+<p>The fearefull French before them still that fly,</p>
+<p>The points of Bills and Halbers they imbrue</p>
+<p>In their sicke Bowels, beaten downe that lye,</p>
+<p>No man respects how, or what blood he drew,</p>
+<p>Nor can heare those that for their mercie cry.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ears are damm’d vp with howles and hellish sounds</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+One fearefull noyse a fearefuller confounds.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">62</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Charles de la Breth Constable of France.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When the couragious Constable of France,</p>
+<p>Th’vnlucky Vanguard valiantly that led,</p>
+<p>Sawe the day turn’d by this disastrous chance,</p>
+<p>And how the French before the English fled;</p>
+<p>O stay (quoth he) your Ensignes yet aduance,</p>
+<p>Once more vpon the Enemy make head:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Neuer let France say, we were vanquisht so,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With our backs basely turn’d vpon our Foe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Admirall.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Whom the Chattillyon hapned to accost,</p>
+<p>And seeing thus the Constable dismayde:</p>
+<p>Shift noble Lord (quoth he) the day is lost,</p>
+<p>If the whole world vpon the match were layde,</p>
+<p>I cannot thinke but that Black Edwards Ghost</p>
+<p>Assists the English, and our Horse hath frayde;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+If not, some Diuels they haue with them then,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That fight against vs in the shapes of men.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Not I my Lord, the Constable replies:</p>
+<p>By my blest soule, the Field I will not quit:</p>
+<p>Whilst two braue Battailes are to bring supplies:</p>
+<p>Neither of which one stroke haue strucken yet:</p>
+<p>Nay (quoth <a class = "note" name = "line62_21" id = "line62_21" href
+= "#note62_21">Dampeir</a>) I doe not this aduise</p>
+<p>More then your selfe, that I doe feare a whit:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Spurre vp my Lord, then side to side with mee,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And that I feare not, you shall quickly see.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Admirall slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>They struck their Rowells to the bleeding sides</p>
+<p>Of their fierce Steeds into the ayre that sprong:</p>
+<p>And as their fury at that instant guides:</p>
+<p>They thrust themselues into the murth’ring throng,</p>
+<p>Where such bad fortune those braue Lords betides:</p>
+<p>The Admirall from off his Horse was flong,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For the sterne English downe before them beere</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+All that withstand, the Pesant and the Peere.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">63</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Constable slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Which when the noble Constable with griefe,</p>
+<p>Doth this great Lord vpon the ground behold;</p>
+<p>In his account so absolute a Chiefe,</p>
+<p>Whose death through France he knew would be condol’d,</p>
+<p>Like a braue Knight to yeeld his friend reliefe,</p>
+<p>Doing as much as possibly he <a class = "note" name = "line63_6" id =
+"line63_6" href = "#note63_6">could</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Both horse and man is borne into the mayne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And from his friend not halfe a furlong slayne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now Willoughby vpon his well-Arm’d Horse,</p>
+<p>Into the midst of this Battalion brought,</p>
+<p>And valiant Fanhope no whit lesse in force,</p>
+<p>Himselfe hath thither through the squadrons raught,</p>
+<p>Whereas the English without all remorce,</p>
+<p>(Looking like men that deepely were distraught)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Smoking with sweat, besmear’d with dust and blood,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Cut into <a class = "note" name = "line63_16" id = "line63_16" href =
+"#note63_16">Cantels</a> all that them withstood.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Yet whilst thus hotely they hold vp the Chase</p>
+<p>Vpon the French, and had so high a hand:</p>
+<p>The Duke of Burbon to make good his place,</p>
+<p>Inforc’d his troupes (with much adoe) to stand,</p>
+<p>To whom the Earle of Suffolke makes a pace,</p>
+<p>Bringing a fresh, and yet-vnfought-with Band:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of valiant Bill-men, Oxford with successe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vp with his Troupes doth with the other presse.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When in comes Orleance, quite thrust off before,</p>
+<p>By those rude crowdes that from the English ran,</p>
+<p>Encouraging stout Burbons Troupes the more,</p>
+<p>T’affront the Foe that instantly began:</p>
+<p>Faine would the Duke (if possible) restore,</p>
+<p>(Doing as much as could be done by man)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Their Honour lost, by this their late Defeate,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And caused onely, by their base Retreate.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">64</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Their men at Armes their Lances closely lock</p>
+<p>One in another, and come vp so round,</p>
+<p>That by the strength and horrour of the shock,</p>
+<p>They forc’d the English to forsake their ground,</p>
+<p>Shrinking no more then they had beene a Rock,</p>
+<p>Though by the Shafts receiuing many a wound,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As they would showe, that they were none of those,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That turn’d their backs so basely to their Foes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The courage of Woodhouse remarkable.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Panting for breath, his Murrian in his hand,</p>
+<p>Woodhouse comes in as back the English beare,</p>
+<p>My Lords (quoth he) what now inforc’d to stand,</p>
+<p>When smiling Fortune off’reth vs so faire,</p>
+<p>The French lye yonder like to wreakes of sand,</p>
+<p>And you by this our glory but impaire:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Or now, or neuer, your first Fight maintaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Chatillyon and the Constable are slaine.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Hand ouer head pell mell vpon them ronne,</p>
+<p>If you will proue the Masters of the day,</p>
+<p>Ferrers and Greystock haue so brauely done,</p>
+<p>That I enuie their glory, and dare say,</p>
+<p>From all the English, they the Gole haue woone;</p>
+<p>Either let’s share, or they’ll beare all away.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This spoke, his Ax about his head he flings,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And hasts away, as though his heeles had winges.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Incitation of this youthfull Knight,</p>
+<p>Besides amends for their Retrayte to make,</p>
+<p>Doth re-enforce their courage, with their might:</p>
+<p>A second Charge with speed to vndertake;</p>
+<p>Neuer before were they so mad to fight,</p>
+<p>When valiant Fanhope thus the Lords bespake,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Suffolke and Oxford as braue Earles you be,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Once more beare vp with Willoughby and me.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">65</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Why now, me think’st I heare braue Fanhope speake,</p>
+<p>Quoth noble Oxford, thou hast thy desire:</p>
+<p>These words of thine shall yan Battalion breake:</p>
+<p>And for my selfe I neuer will retire,</p>
+<p>Vntill our Teene vpon the French we wreake:</p>
+<p>Or in this our last enterprise expire:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This spoke, their Gauntlets each doth other giue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And to the Charge as fast as they could driue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That slaughter seem’d to haue but stay’d for breath,</p>
+<p>To make the horrour to ensue the more:</p>
+<p>With hands besmear’d with blood, when meager Death</p>
+<p>Looketh more grisly then he did before:</p>
+<p>So that each body seem’d but as a sheath</p>
+<p>To put their swords in, to the Hilts in gore:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As though that instant were the end of all,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To fell the French, or by the French to fall.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A Simily of the apparance of the Battell.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Looke how you see a field of standing Corne,</p>
+<p>When some strong winde in Summer haps to blowe,</p>
+<p>At the full height, and ready to be shorne,</p>
+<p>Rising in waues, how it doth come and goe</p>
+<p>Forward and backward, so the crowds are borne,</p>
+<p>Or as the Edie turneth in the flowe:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And aboue all the Bills and Axes play,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As doe the Attoms in the Sunny ray.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now with mayne blowes their Armours are vnbras’d,</p>
+<p>And as the French before the English fled,</p>
+<p>With their browne Bills their recreant backs they baste,</p>
+<p>And from their shoulders their faint Armes doe shred,</p>
+<p>One with a gleaue neere cut off by the waste,</p>
+<p>Another runnes to ground with halfe a head:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Another stumbling falleth in his flight,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wanting a legge, and on his face doth light.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">66</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,</p>
+<p>And those fewe left them ready still to route,</p>
+<p>Hauing great skill, and no lesse courage showne;</p>
+<p>Yet of their safeties much began to doubt,</p>
+<p>For hauing fewe about them of their owne,</p>
+<p>And by the English so impal’d about,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Or else abide the fury of the field.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Burbon and Orleance taken prisoners.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>They put themselues on those victorious Lords,</p>
+<p>Who led the Vanguard with so good successe,</p>
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line66_11" id = "line66_11" href =
+"#note66_11">Bespeaking them with honourable words,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note66_11">Themselues their prisoners
+freely and confesse</a>,</p>
+<p>Who by the strength of their commanding swords,</p>
+<p>Could hardly saue them from the slaught’ring presse,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By Suffolks ayde till they away were sent,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who with a Guard conuay’d them to his Tent.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as their Souldiers to eschew the sack,</p>
+<p>Gainst their owne Battell bearing in their flight,</p>
+<p>By their owne French are strongly beaten back:</p>
+<p>Lest they their Ranks, should haue disord’red quight,</p>
+<p>So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack</p>
+<p>Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wherein disorder and destruction seem’d</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem’d.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,</p>
+<p>Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,</p>
+<p>And let that Villaine from the field that flyes</p>
+<p>By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:</p>
+<p>All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes</p>
+<p>On this dayes battell, let me be the first</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That turn’d yee back vpon your desperate Foes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To saue our Honours, though our lyues we lose.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">67</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe, which long</p>
+<p>Had in the Battaile ranged here and there,</p>
+<p>A thousand Bills, a thousand Bowes among,</p>
+<p>And had seene many spectakles of feare,</p>
+<p>And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong,</p>
+<p>By that which he had chanst from him to heare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vpon the shoulder claps him, Prince quoth he,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Since I mast fall, ô let me fall with thee.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Scarse had he spoke, but th’English them inclose,</p>
+<p>And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,</p>
+<p>Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,</p>
+<p>When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,</p>
+<p>Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,</p>
+<p>Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In this small time, who since the Field begun,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Haue done as much, as can by men be done.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,</p>
+<p>Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine,</p>
+<p>Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue,</p>
+<p>And for their Ransomes two such to retaine:</p>
+<p>Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue,</p>
+<p>And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And with such danger through the presse they wade,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As of their liues but small account they made.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Daulphin of Auerney slaine.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get,</p>
+<p>Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay,</p>
+<p>The valient Daulphin had discharg’d his debt,</p>
+<p>Then whom no man had brauelier seru’d that day.</p>
+<p>The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset:</p>
+<p>Had left all hope of life to scape away:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And as their prisoner seas’d him by his name.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">68</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now the mayne Battaile of the French came on,</p>
+<p>The Vanward vanquisht, quite the Field doth flye,</p>
+<p>And other helpes besides this, haue they none:</p>
+<p>But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,</p>
+<p>And therefore now it standeth them vpon,</p>
+<p>To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For the fierce English charge so home and sore,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Yorke slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,</p>
+<p>Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,</p>
+<p>And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,</p>
+<p>Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,</p>
+<p>Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne,</p>
+<p>So that the French which quickly got betweene</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Him and his succours, that great Chiefetaine slue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who brauely fought whilest any breath he drew.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King heareth of the Duke of Yorks death.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The newes soone brought to this Couragious King,</p>
+<p>Orespred his face with a distempred Fire,</p>
+<p>Though making little shew of any thing,</p>
+<p>Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire,</p>
+<p>More then before the Frenchmen menacing;</p>
+<p>And hee was heard thus softly to respire:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Well, of thy blood reuenged will I bee,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Or ere one houre be past Ile follow thee.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Kings resolution.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as the frolike Caualry of France,</p>
+<p>That in the head of the maine Battaile came,</p>
+<p>Perceiu’d the King of England to aduance,</p>
+<p>To Charge in person; It doth them inflame,</p>
+<p>Each one well hoping it might be his chance</p>
+<p>To sease vpon him, which was all their ayme,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Then with the brauest of the English mett,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Themselues that there before the King had sett.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">69</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English, at the Ioyning of
+the two mayne Battailes, in fiue Stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When the Earle of Cornewal with vnusuall force,</p>
+<p>Encounters Grandpre (next that came to hand)</p>
+<p>In Strength his equall, blow for blow they scorce,</p>
+<p>Weelding their Axes as they had beene wands,</p>
+<p>Till the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse</p>
+<p>Ouer whom straight the Count Salines stands,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And lendeth Cornwal such a blow withall,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ouer the Crupper that he makes him fall.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Cornwal recouers, for his Armes were good,</p>
+<p>And to Salines maketh vp againe,</p>
+<p>Who changde such boysterous buffets, that the blood,</p>
+<p>Doth through the Ioints of their strong Armour straine,</p>
+<p>Till Count Salines sunck downe where he stood,</p>
+<p>Blamount who sees the Count Salines slaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Straight copes with Cornwal beaten out of breath</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Till Kent comes in, and rescues him from death.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth flye,</p>
+<p>Who at the Earle with no lesse courage struck,</p>
+<p>And one the other with such knocks they plye,</p>
+<p>That eithers Axe in th’others Helmet stuck;</p>
+<p>Whilst they are wrastling, crossing thigh with thigh;</p>
+<p>Their Axes pykes, which soonest out should pluck:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They, fall to ground like in their Casks to smother,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With their clutcht Gauntlets cuffing one another.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Called Cluet of Brabant.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Couragious Cluet grieued at the sight</p>
+<p>Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall,</p>
+<p>Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might;</p>
+<p>Whose comming seem’d the stout Lord Scales to call,</p>
+<p>Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight,</p>
+<p>When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Gainst him goes Roussy, in then Louell ran,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whom next Count Moruyle chuseth as his man.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">70</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Their Curates are vnriuetted with blowes,</p>
+<p>With horrid wounds their breasts and faces slasht;</p>
+<p>There drops a cheeke, and there falls off a nose:</p>
+<p>And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht;</p>
+<p>Yet still the Better with the English goes;</p>
+<p>The earth of France with her owne blood is washt;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They fall so fast, she scarse affords them roome,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That one mans Trunke becomes anothers Toombe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntingdon With breach of
+promise.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When Suffolk chargeth Huntingdon with sloth,</p>
+<p>Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin,</p>
+<p>And had neglected his fast plighted troth</p>
+<p>Vpon the Field, the Battaile to begin,</p>
+<p>That where the one was, there they would be both;</p>
+<p>When the stout Earle of Huntingdon, to win</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Trust with his friends; doth this himselfe enlarge</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To this great Earle who dares him thus to charge.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>My Lord (quoth he) it is not that I feare,</p>
+<p>More then your selfe, that so I haue not gone;</p>
+<p>But that I haue beene forced to be neare</p>
+<p>The King, whose person I attend vpon,</p>
+<p>And that I doubt not but to make appeare</p>
+<p>Now, if occasion shall but call me on,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Looke round about my Lord, if you can see,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Some braue aduenture worthy you and me.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A desperate attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>See yan proud Banner, of the Duke of Barres,</p>
+<p>Me thinkst it wafts vs, and I heare it say,</p>
+<p>Wher’s that couragious Englishman that darres,</p>
+<p>Aduenture, but to carry me away,</p>
+<p>This were a thing, now worthy of our warres;</p>
+<p>I’st true, quoth Suffolke, by this blessed day,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+On, and weele haue it, sayst thou so indeed,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Quoth Huntingdon, then Fortune be our speed.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">71</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And through the Ranckes then rushing in their pride,</p>
+<p>They make a Lane; about them so they lay,</p>
+<p>Foote goes with foote, and side is ioynde to side,</p>
+<p>They strike downe all that stand within their way,</p>
+<p>And to direct them, haue no other guide,</p>
+<p>But as they see the multitude to sway;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And as they passe, the French as to defie,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Saint George for England and the King they cry.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+One braue exploit begetteth another.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>By their examples, each braue English blood,</p>
+<p>Vpon the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne,</p>
+<p>Thick there as trees within a well-growne wood;</p>
+<p>Where great Atchiements instantly were done,</p>
+<p>Against them toughly whilst that Nation stood,</p>
+<p>But ô what man his destinie can shunne</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When he much valour sundry wayes hath showne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Earle of Suffolke slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Which the proud English further doth prouoke,</p>
+<p>Who to destruction bodily were bent,</p>
+<p>That the maine Battaile instantly they broke,</p>
+<p>Vpon the French so furiously they went</p>
+<p>And not an English but doth scorne a stroake,</p>
+<p>If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who weake with wounds, their weapons from them threw,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With which the English fearefully them slue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The English kill the French with their owne weapons.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne,</p>
+<p>By those vnarm’d that from the English fled,</p>
+<p>All further hopes then vtterly forlorne,</p>
+<p>His Noble heart in his full Bosome bled;</p>
+<p>What Fate, quoth he, our ouerthrowe hath sworne,</p>
+<p>Must France a Prisoner be to England led,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Well, if she be so, yet Ile let her see,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+She beares my Carkasse with her, and not me.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">72</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere,</p>
+<p>When with the courage of a valiant Knight</p>
+<p>(As one that knew not, or forgot to feare)</p>
+<p>He tow’rds King Henry maketh in the fight,</p>
+<p>And all before him as he downe doth beare,</p>
+<p>Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth bring,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Scarse two Pykes length that came before the King.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Glocester ouerthrowne by the Duke of Alanzon.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Their Staues both strongly riuetted with steele,</p>
+<p>At the first stroke each other they astound,</p>
+<p>That as they staggering from each other reele;</p>
+<p>The Duke of Gloster falleth to the ground:</p>
+<p>When as Alanzon round about doth wheele,</p>
+<p>Thinking to lend him his last deadly wound:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line72_15" id = "line72_15" href =
+"#note72_15">In comes the King his Brothers life to saue</a></p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And to this braue Duke, a fresh on-set gaue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as themselues like Thunderbolts they shot,</p>
+<p>One at the other, and the Lightning brake</p>
+<p>Out of their Helmets, and againe was not,</p>
+<p>E’r of their strokes, the eare a sound could take</p>
+<p>Betwixt them two, the Conflict grew so hot,</p>
+<p>Which those about them so amaz’d doth make,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That they stood still as wondring at the sight,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And quite forgot that they themselues must fight.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King of England in danger to be slaine, by the Duke of Alanzon.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line72_25" id = "line72_25" href =
+"#note72_25">Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note72_25">That with a stroke</a> (as he
+was wondrous strong)</p>
+<p>He cleft the Crowne that on his Helme he wore,</p>
+<p>And tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong:</p>
+<p>Then with a second brus’d his Helme before,</p>
+<p>That it his forehead pittifully wroong:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As some that sawe it certainly had thought,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The King therewith had to the ground beene brought.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">73</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Alanzon beaten downe by the King of England.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit,</p>
+<p>(As now his valour lay vpon the Rack)</p>
+<p>Vpon the face the Duke so strongly hit,</p>
+<p>As in his Saddle layde him on his back,</p>
+<p>And once perceiuing that he had him split,</p>
+<p>Follow’d his blowes, redoubling thwack on thwack:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Till he had lost his Stirups, and his head</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The King killeth two Gentlemen that aduenture to rescue the Duke.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When soone two other seconding their Lord,</p>
+<p>His kind Companions in this glorious prize,</p>
+<p>Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor’d,</p>
+<p>If to his feet his Armes would let him rise:</p>
+<p>On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor’d;</p>
+<p>Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And on his body slew them both, whilst he</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Recouering was their ayde againe to be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The King thus made the Master of the Fight:</p>
+<p>The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye:</p>
+<p>Henry I’le pay my Ransome, doe me right:</p>
+<p>I am the Duke Alanzon; it is I.</p>
+<p>The King to saue him putting all his might,</p>
+<p>Yet the rude Souldiers, with their showt and crie,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Quite drown’d his voyce, his Helmet being shut,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And, that braue Duke into small peeces cut.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Alanzon slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Report once spred, through the distracted Host,</p>
+<p>Of their prime hope, the Duke Alanzon slayne:</p>
+<p>That flower of France, on whom they trusted most:</p>
+<p>They found their valour was but then in vayne:</p>
+<p>Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost,</p>
+<p>Who slowly fled before, now ranne amayne.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Nor could a man be found, but that dispaires</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">74</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke Neuers taken prisoner.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Duke Neuers, now in this sad retreat,</p>
+<p>By Dauid Gam and Morisby persude,</p>
+<p>(Who throughly chaf’d, neere melted into sweat,</p>
+<p>And with French blood their Poleaxes imbrud)</p>
+<p>They sease vpon him following the defeate,</p>
+<p>Amongst the faint, and fearefull multitude;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When a contention fell betweene them twaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To whom the Duke should rightfully pertaine.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Morisby and Gam at contention for the Duke of Neuers.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase,</p>
+<p>Quoth Morrisby; but lefts him in the throng,</p>
+<p>Then put I on; quoth Gam, hast thou the face,</p>
+<p>Insulting Knight, to offer me this wrong;</p>
+<p>Quoth Morrisby, who shall decide the case,</p>
+<p>Let him confesse to whom he doth belong;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Let him (quoth Gam) but if’t be not to me,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For any right you haue, he may goe free.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Morisby a braue young Knight.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Dauid Gam oft mentioned in this Poem.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>With that couragious Morrisby grew hot,</p>
+<p>Were not said he his Ransome worth a pin,</p>
+<p>Now by these Armes I weare thou gett’st him not:</p>
+<p>Or if thou do’st, thou shalt him hardly win;</p>
+<p>Gam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot,</p>
+<p>To bend his Axe vpon him doth begin:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He his at him, till the Lord Beamount came</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Their rash attempt, and wisely thus doth blame.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Are not the French twice trebl’d to our power,</p>
+<p>And fighting still, nay, doubtfull yet the day:</p>
+<p>Thinke you not these vs fast enough deuoure:</p>
+<p>But that your braues the Army must dismay:</p>
+<p>If ought but good befell vs in this howre:</p>
+<p>This be you sure your lyues for it must pay:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And then decide whose prisoner he shall be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">75</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Excester cometh in with the Reare.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare</p>
+<p>Came on, which long had labour’d to come in:</p>
+<p>And with the Kings mayne Battell vp doth beare;</p>
+<p>Who still kept off, till the last houre had bin:</p>
+<p>He cryes and clamours eu’ry way doth heare:</p>
+<p>But yet he knew not which the day should win:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Nor askes of any what were fit to doe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But where the French were thick’st, he falleth to.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Earle of Vandom certainly that thought,</p>
+<p>The English fury somewhat had beene stayde:</p>
+<p>Weary with slaughter as men ouer-wrought,</p>
+<p>Nor had beene spurr’d on by a second ayde:</p>
+<p>For his owne safety, then more fiercely fought,</p>
+<p>Hoping the tempest somewhat had been layde:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And he thereby (though suff’ring the defeate,)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Might keep his Reareward whole in his Retreate.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>On whom the Duke of Excester then fell,</p>
+<p>Reare with the Reare now for their Valours vy,</p>
+<p>Ours finde the French their lyues will dearely sell;</p>
+<p>And th’English meane as dearely them to buy:</p>
+<p>The English follow, should they runne through hell,</p>
+<p>And through the same the French must, if they flye,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+When too’t they goe, deciding it with blowes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With th’one side now, then with th’other’t goes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But the sterne English with such luck and might,</p>
+<p>(As though the Fates had sworne to take their parts)</p>
+<p>Vpon the French preuailing in the Fight,</p>
+<p>With doubled hands, and with re-doubled harts,</p>
+<p>The more in perill still the more in plight,</p>
+<p>Gainst them whom Fortune miserably thwarts:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Disabled quite before the Foe to stand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But fall like grasse before the Mowers hand.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">76</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Earle of Vandome slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That this French Earle is beaten on the Field,</p>
+<p>His fighting Souldiers round about him slaine;</p>
+<p>And when himselfe a Prisoner he would yeeld,</p>
+<p>And beg’d for life, it was but all in vaine;</p>
+<p>Their Bills the English doe so easely weeld</p>
+<p>To kill the French, as though it were no paine;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For this to them was their auspicious day,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The more the English fight, the more they may.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When now the Marshall Boucequalt, which long</p>
+<p>Had through the Battaile waded eu’ry way,</p>
+<p>Oft hazarded the murther’d Troupes among,</p>
+<p>Encouraging them to abide the day:</p>
+<p>Finding the Army that he thought so strong,</p>
+<p>Before the English faintly to dismay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Brings on the wings which of the rest remain’d,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With which the Battaile stoutly he maintain’d.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred Archers.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Till olde Sir Thomas Erpingham at last,</p>
+<p>With those three hundred Archers commeth in,</p>
+<p>Which layd in ambush not three houres yet past;</p>
+<p>Had the Defeat of the French Army bin,</p>
+<p>With these that noble Souldier maketh hast,</p>
+<p>Lest other from him should the honour win:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who as before now stretch their well-wax’d strings,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+At the French Horse then comming in the wings.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The soyle with slaughter eu’ry where they load,</p>
+<p>Whilst the French stoutly to the English stood,</p>
+<p>The drops from eithers emptied veynes that flow’d,</p>
+<p>Where it was lately firme had made a flood:</p>
+<p>But heau’n that day to the braue English ow’d;</p>
+<p>The Sunne that rose in water, set in blood:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Nothing but horrour to be look’d for there,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And the stout Marshall vainely doth but feare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">77</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Marshall of France slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>His Horse sore wounded whilst he went aside,</p>
+<p>To take another still that doth attend,</p>
+<p>A shaft which some too-lucky hand doth guide,</p>
+<p>Peircing his Gorget brought him to his end;</p>
+<p>Which when the proud Lord Falkonbridge espide,</p>
+<p>Thinking from thence to beare away his friend,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Strucke from his Horse, with many a mortall wound,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Is by the English nayled to the ground.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Marshalls death so much doth them affright,</p>
+<p>That downe their weapons instantly they lay,</p>
+<p>And better yet to fit them for their flight,</p>
+<p>Their weightier Armes, they wholly cast away,</p>
+<p>Their hearts so heauy, makes their heeles so light,</p>
+<p>That there was no intreating them to stay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ore hedge and ditch distractedly they take,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And happiest he, that greatest haste could make.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Count Vadamount.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When Vadamount now in the Conflict mett,</p>
+<p>With valient Brabant, whose high valour showne</p>
+<p>That day, did many a blunted Courage whett,</p>
+<p>Else long before that from the Field had flowne,</p>
+<p>Quoth Vadamount, see how we are besett,</p>
+<p>To death like to be troden by our owne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+My Lord of Brabant, what is to be done?</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+See how the French before the English runne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant against the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Why, let them runne and neuer turne the head,</p>
+<p>Quoth the braue Duke, vntill their hatefull breath</p>
+<p>Forsake their Bodies, and so farre haue fled,</p>
+<p>That France be not disparadg’d by their death:</p>
+<p>Who trusts to Cowards ne’r is better sped,</p>
+<p>Be he accurst, with such that holdeth faith,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Slaughter consume the Recreants as they flye,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Branded with shame, so basely may they dye.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">78</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Ignoble French, your fainting Cowardize craues</p>
+<p>The dreadfull curse of your owne Mother earth,</p>
+<p>Hardning her breast, not to allow you graues,</p>
+<p>Be she so much ashamed of your birth;</p>
+<p>May he be curst that one of you but saues,</p>
+<p>And be in France hereafter such a dearth</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of Courage, that men from their wits it feare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+A Drumme, or Trumpet when they hap to heare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Anthony Duke of Brabant, sonne to the Duke of Burgundy.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>From Burgundy brought I the force I had,</p>
+<p>To fight for them, that ten from one doe flye;</p>
+<p>It splits my breast, O that I could be mad;</p>
+<p>To vexe these Slaues who would not dare to dye:</p>
+<p>In all this Army is there not a Lad,</p>
+<p>Th’ignoble French for Cowards that dare crye:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+If scarse one found, then let me be that one,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The English Army that oppos’d alone.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>This said, he puts his Horse vpon his speed,</p>
+<p>And in, like lightning on the English flewe:</p>
+<p>Where many a Mothers sonne he made to bleed,</p>
+<p>Whilst him with much astonishment they viewe:</p>
+<p>Where hauing acted many a Knight-like deed,</p>
+<p>Him and his Horse they all to peeces hewe:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Yet he that day more lasting glory wan,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Except Alanzon then did any man.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Many of the French in their flight get into an old Fort.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as report to great King Henry came,</p>
+<p>Of a vast Route which from the Battaile fled,</p>
+<p>(Amongst the French most men of speciall name)</p>
+<p>By the stout English fiercely followed;</p>
+<p>Had for their safety, (much though to their shame)</p>
+<p>Got in their flight into so strong a sted,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+So fortifi’d by nature (as ’twas thought)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They might not thence, but with much blood be brought.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">79</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Kings slight answer.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>An aged Rampire, with huge Ruines heapt,</p>
+<p>Which seru’d for Shot, gainst those that should assayle,</p>
+<p>Whose narrow entrance they with Crosbowes kept,</p>
+<p>Whose sharpned quarres came in show’rs like hayle:</p>
+<p>Quoth the braue King, first let the field be swept,</p>
+<p>And with the rest we well enough shall deale;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which though some heard, and so shut vp their eare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Yet relish’d not with many Souldiers there.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Some that themselues by Ransomes would enrich,</p>
+<p>(To make their pray of Pesants yet dispise)</p>
+<p>Felt as they thought their bloody palmes to itch,</p>
+<p>To be in action for their wealthy prize:</p>
+<p>Others whom onely glory doth bewitch,</p>
+<p>Rather then life would to this enterprize:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Most men seem’d willing, yet not any one</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Would put himselfe this great exployt vpon.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Woodhouse ieereth at the attempt.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Which Woodhouse hearing meerily thus spake,</p>
+<p>(One that right well knew, both his worth and wit)</p>
+<p>A dangerous thing it is to vndertake</p>
+<p>A Fort, where Souldiers be defending it,</p>
+<p>Perhaps they sleepe, and if they should awake,</p>
+<p>With stones, or with their shafts they may vs hitt,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And in our Conquest whilst so well we fare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+It were meere folly, but I see none dare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Which Gam o’r hearing (being neere at hand)</p>
+<p>Not dare quoth he, and angerly doth frowne,</p>
+<p>I tell thee Woodhouse, some in presence stand,</p>
+<p>Dare propp the Sunne if it were falling downe,</p>
+<p>Dare graspe the bolt from Thunder in his hand,</p>
+<p>And through a Cannon leape into a Towne;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+I tell thee, a resolued man may doe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Things, that thy thoughts, yet neuer mounted to.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">80</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>I know that resolution may doe much,</p>
+<p>Woodhouse replyes, but who could act my thought,</p>
+<p>With his proud head the Pole might easely tuch,</p>
+<p>And Gam quoth he, though brauely thou hast fought,</p>
+<p>Yet not the fame thou hast attain’d too, such,</p>
+<p>But that behind, as great is to be bought,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And yonder tis, then Gam come vp with me,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Where soone the King our Courages shall see.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Agreed quoth Gam, and vp their Troopes they call,</p>
+<p>Hand ouer head, and on the French they ran,</p>
+<p>And to the fight couragiously they fall,</p>
+<p>When on both sides the slaughter soone began;</p>
+<p>Fortune awhile indifferent is to all,</p>
+<p>These what they may, and those doe what they can.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Woodhouse and Gam, vpon each other vye,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By Armes their manhood desperatly to try.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Captaine Gam slaine.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+For this seruice done by Woodhouse, there was an addition of honour
+giuen him: which was a hand holding a Club: with the <ins class =
+"correction" title = "text unchanged">word</ins> <em>Frappe Fort</em>,
+which is born by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke, to this
+day.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>To clime the Fort the Light-Arm’d English striue,</p>
+<p>And some by Trees there growing to ascend;</p>
+<p>The French with Flints let at the English driue,</p>
+<p>Themselues with Shields the Englishmen defend,</p>
+<p>And faine the Fort downe with their hands would riue:</p>
+<p>Thus either side their vtmost power extend,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Till valiant Gam sore wounded, drawne aside</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By his owne Souldiers, shortly after dy’de.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Then take they vp the bodies of the slaine,</p>
+<p>Which for their Targets ours before them beare,</p>
+<p>And with a fresh assault come on againe;</p>
+<p>Scarse in the Field yet, such a fight as there,</p>
+<p>Crosse-bowes, and Long-bowes at it are amaine,</p>
+<p>Vntil the French their massacre that feare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of the fierce English, a cessation craue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Offring to yeeld, so they their liues would saue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">81</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Lewis of Burbon in the furious heat</p>
+<p>Of this great Battaile, hauing made some stay,</p>
+<p>Who with the left wing suffered a defeate,</p>
+<p>In the beginning of this lucklesse day,</p>
+<p>Finding the English forcing their retreat,</p>
+<p>And that much hope vpon his valour lay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Fearing lest he might vndergoe some shame,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That were vnworthy of the Burbon name.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Hath gathered vp some scattred Troopes of Horse,</p>
+<p>That in the Field stood doubtfull what to doe;</p>
+<p>Though with much toyle, which he doth reinforce</p>
+<p>With some small power that he doth add thereto,</p>
+<p>Proclaiming still the English had the worse,</p>
+<p>And now at last, with him if they would goe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He dares assure them Victory, if not</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The greatest fame that euer Souldiers gott.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A deuise of Burbons to giue encouragement to the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And being wise, so Burbon to beguile</p>
+<p>The French, (preparing instantly to fly)</p>
+<p>Procures a Souldier, by a secret wile</p>
+<p>To come in swiftly and to craue supply,</p>
+<p>That if with Courage they would fight awhile,</p>
+<p>It certaine was the English all should dye,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For that the King had offered them to yeeld,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Finding his troopes to leaue him on the Field.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When Arthur Earle of Richmount comming in,</p>
+<p>With the right wing that long staid out of sight,</p>
+<p>Hauing too lately with the English bin,</p>
+<p>But finding Burbon bent againe to fight,</p>
+<p>His former credit hoping yet to winn,</p>
+<p>(Which at that instant easily he might)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Comes close vp with him, and puts on as fast,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Brauely resolu’d to fight it to the last.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">82</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And both encourag’d by the newes was braught</p>
+<p>Of the ariuing of the Daulphins power;</p>
+<p>Whose speedy Van, their Reare had almost raught,</p>
+<p>(From Agincourt discouer’d from a Tower)</p>
+<p>Which with the Norman Gallantry was fraught,</p>
+<p>And on the suddaine comming like a shower;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Would bring a deluge on the English Host,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whilst they yet stood their victory to boast.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A simily of the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And one they come, as doth a rowling tide,</p>
+<p>Forc’d by a winde, that shoues it forth so fast,</p>
+<p>Till it choke vp some chanell side to side,</p>
+<p>And the craz’d banks doth downe before it cast,</p>
+<p>Hoping the English would them not abide,</p>
+<p>Or would be so amazed at their hast,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That should they faile to route them at their will,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Yet of their blood, the fields should drinke their fill.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as the English whose o’r-wearied Armes,</p>
+<p>Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore,</p>
+<p>These inexpected, and so fierce Alarmes,</p>
+<p>To their first strength doe instantly restore,</p>
+<p>And like a Stoue their stifned sinewes warmes,</p>
+<p>To act as brauely as they did before;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And the proud French as stoutly to oppose,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Scorning to yeeld one foot despight of blowes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The fight is fearefull, for stout Burbon brings</p>
+<p>His fresher forces on with such a shocke,</p>
+<p>That they were like to cut the Archers strings</p>
+<p>E’re they their Arrowes hansomly could <a class = "note" name =
+"line82_28" id = "line82_28" href = "#note82_28">nock</a></p>
+<p>The French like Engines that were made with springs:</p>
+<p>Themselues so fast into the English lock,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That th’one was like the other downe to beare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">83</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Still staggering long they from each other reel’d,</p>
+<p>Glad that themselues they so could disingage:</p>
+<p>And falling back vpon the spacious field</p>
+<p>(For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage)</p>
+<p>Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld,</p>
+<p>They with such madnesse execute their rage;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As though the former fury of the day,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To this encounter had but beene a play.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Slaughter is now desected to the full,</p>
+<p>Here from their backs their batter’d Armours fall,</p>
+<p>Here a sleft shoulder, there a clouen scull,</p>
+<p>There hang his eyes out beaten with a mall,</p>
+<p>Vntill the edges of their Bills growe dull,</p>
+<p>Vpon each other they so spend their gall,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Wilde showtes and clamors all the ayre doe fill,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The French cry <a class = "note" name = "line83_16" id = "line83_16"
+href = "#note83_16"><i>tue</i></a>, and the English kill.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Duke of Barre in this vaste spoyle by chance;</p>
+<p>With the Lord Saint-Iohn on the Field doth meete,</p>
+<p>Towards whom that braue Duke doth himselfe aduance,</p>
+<p>Who with the like encounter him doth greete:</p>
+<p>This English Barron, and this Peere of France,</p>
+<p>Grapling together, falling from their feete,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With the rude crowdes had both to death beene crusht,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In for their safety, had their friends not rusht.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Both againe rais’d, and both their Souldiers shift,</p>
+<p>To saue their lyues if any way they could:</p>
+<p>But as the French the Duke away would lift,</p>
+<p>Vpon his Armes the English taking hould,</p>
+<p>(Men of that sort, that thought vpon their thrift)</p>
+<p>Knowing his Ransome dearely would be sould:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Dragge him away in spight of their defence,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which to their Quarter would haue borne him thence.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">84</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Lewes of Burbon taken prisoner by a meane Souldier.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Meane while braue Burbon from his stirring Horse,</p>
+<p>Gall’d with an Arrow to the earth is throwne;</p>
+<p>By a meane Souldier seased on by force,</p>
+<p>Hoping to haue him certainly his owne,</p>
+<p>Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse:</p>
+<p>Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And he perceiues the Souldier him doth deeme,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To be a person of no meane esteeme.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Berckley and Burnell, two braue English Lords,</p>
+<p>Flesht with French blood, and in their Valours pride,</p>
+<p>Aboue their Arm’d heads brandishing their swords,</p>
+<p>As they tryumphing through the Army ride,</p>
+<p>Finding what prizes Fortune here affords</p>
+<p>To eu’ry Souldier, and more wistly eyde</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This gallant prisoner, by his Arming see,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of the great Burbon family to be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Lewes of Burbon stabd by the Souldier that took him prisoner.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And from the Souldier they his Prisoner take,</p>
+<p>Of which the French Lord seemeth wondrous faine</p>
+<p>Thereby his safety more secure to make:</p>
+<p>Which when the Souldier findes his hopes in vaine,</p>
+<p>So rich a Booty forced to forsake,</p>
+<p>To put himselfe, and prisoner out of paine:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He on the suddaine stabs him, and doth sweare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Would th’aue his Ransome, they should take it there.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When Rosse and Morley making in amaine,</p>
+<p>Bring the Lord Darcy vp with them along,</p>
+<p>Whose Horse had lately vnder him beene slaine;</p>
+<p>And they on foote found fighting in the throng,</p>
+<p>Those Lords his friends remounting him againe,</p>
+<p>Being a man that valiant was and strong:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They altogether with a generall hand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Charge on the French that they could finde to stand.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">85</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And yet but vainely as the French suppos’d,</p>
+<p>For th’Earle of Richmount forth such earth had found,</p>
+<p>That one two sides with quick-set was enclos’d,</p>
+<p>And the way to it by a rising ground,</p>
+<p>By which a while the English were oppos’d,</p>
+<p>At euery Charge which else came vp so round,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As that except the passage put them by,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The French as well might leaue their Armes and flye.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Vpon both parts it furiously is fought,</p>
+<p>And with such quicknesse riseth to that hight,</p>
+<p>That horror neede no further to be sought:</p>
+<p>If onely that might satisfie the sight,</p>
+<p>Who would haue fame full dearely here it bought,</p>
+<p>For it was sold by measure and by waight,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And at one rate the price still certaine stood,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+An ounce of honour cost a pound of blood.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Lords Dampier and Sauesses taken prisoners.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When so it hapt that Dampier in the Van,</p>
+<p>Meetes with stout Darcy, but whilst him he prest,</p>
+<p>Ouer and ouer commeth horse and man,</p>
+<p>Of whom the other soone himselfe possest:</p>
+<p>When as Sauesses vpon Darcy ran</p>
+<p>To ayde Dampier, but as he him adrest;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+A Halbert taking hold vpon his Greaues,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Him from his Saddle violently heaues.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When soone fiue hundred Englishmen at Armes,</p>
+<p>That to the French had giuen many a chase;</p>
+<p>And when they couered all the Field with swarmes;</p>
+<p>Yet oft that day had brauely bid them <a class = "note" name =
+"line85_28" id = "line85_28" href = "#note85_28">base</a>:</p>
+<p>Now at the last by raising fresh Alarmes;</p>
+<p>And comming vp with an vnusuall pace,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Made them to knowe, that they must runne or yeeld,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Neuer till now the English had the Field.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">86</span>
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Arthur Earl of Richmount taken prisoner.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The Count du Marle slaine.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Where Arthur Earle of Richmount beaten downe,</p>
+<p>Is left (suppos’d of eu’ry one for dead)</p>
+<p>But afterwards awaking from his swoone,</p>
+<p>By some that found him, was recouered:</p>
+<p>So Count Du Marle was likewise ouerthrowne:</p>
+<p>As he was turning meaning to haue fled,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who fights, the colde blade in his bosome feeles,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who flyes, still heares it whisking at his heeles.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Till all disrank’d, like seely Sheepe they runne,</p>
+<p>By threats nor prayers, to be constrain’d to stay;</p>
+<p>For that their hearts were so extreamely done,</p>
+<p>That fainting oft they fall vpon the way:</p>
+<p>Or when they might a present perill shunne,</p>
+<p>They rush vpon it by their much dismay,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That from the English should they safely flye,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of their owne very feare, yet they should dye.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Some they take prisoners, other some they kill,</p>
+<p>As they affect those vpon whom they fall:</p>
+<p>For they as Victors may doe what they will:</p>
+<p>For who this Conqueror to account dare call,</p>
+<p>In gore the English seeme their soules to swill,</p>
+<p>And the deiected French must suffer all;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Flight, cords, and slaughter, are the onely three,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To which themselues subiected they doe see.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The misery of the French.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>A shoolesse Souldier there a man might meete,</p>
+<p>Leading his Mounsier by the armes fast bound:</p>
+<p>Another, his had shackled by the feete;</p>
+<p>Who like a Cripple shuffled on the ground;</p>
+<p>Another three or foure before him beete,</p>
+<p>Like harmefull Chattell driuen to a pound;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They must abide it, so the Victor will,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who at his pleasure may, or saue, or kill.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">87</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That braue French Gallant, when the fight began,</p>
+<p>Who lease of Lackies ambled by his side,</p>
+<p>Himselfe a Lacky now most basely ran,</p>
+<p>Whilst a rag’d Souldier on his Horse doth ride,</p>
+<p>That Rascall is no lesse then at his man,</p>
+<p>Who was but lately to his Luggadge tide;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And the French Lord now courtsies to that slaue,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who the last day his Almes was like to craue.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The French forced to beare the wounded English on their backs.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And those few English wounded in the fight,</p>
+<p>They force the French to bring with them away,</p>
+<p>Who when they were depressed with the weight,</p>
+<p>Yet dar’d not once their burthen downe to lay,</p>
+<p>Those in the morne, whose hopes were at their height,</p>
+<p>Are fallne thus lowe ere the departing day;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With pickes of Halberts prickt in steed of goads,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Like tyred Horses labouring with their Loads.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>But as the English from the Field returne,</p>
+<p>Some of those French who when the Fight began,</p>
+<p>Forsooke their friends, and hoping yet to earne,</p>
+<p>Pardon, for that so cowardly they ran,</p>
+<p>Assay the English Carridges to burne,</p>
+<p>Which to defend them scarsely had a man;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For that their keepers to the field were got,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To picke such spoyles, as chance should them alott.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A crew of rascall French rifle the King of Englands Tents.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>The Captaines of this Rascall cowardly Route,</p>
+<p>Were Isambert of Agincourt at hand,</p>
+<p>Riflant of <a class = "note" name = "line87_27" id = "line87_27" href
+= "#note87_27">Clunasse</a> a <a class = "note" href =
+"#note87_27a">Dorpe</a> there about,</p>
+<p>And for the Chiefe in this their base command,</p>
+<p>Was Robinett of <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">Burnivile</ins>; throughout</p>
+<p>The Countrie knowne, all order to withstand,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+These with fiue hundred Peasants they had rais’d</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The English Tents, vpon an instant seas’d.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">88</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>For setting on those with the Luggadge left,</p>
+<p>A few poore Sutlers with the Campe that went,</p>
+<p>They basely fell to pillage and to theft,</p>
+<p>And hauing rifled euery Booth and Tent,</p>
+<p>Some of the sillyest they of life bereft,</p>
+<p>The feare of which, some of the other sent,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Into the Army, with their suddaine cries,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which put the King in feare of fresh supplies.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The French prisoners more in number then the English Souldiers.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>For that his Souldiers tyred in the fight,</p>
+<p>Their Prisoners more in number then they were,</p>
+<p>He thought it for a thing of too much weight,</p>
+<p>T’oppose freshe forces, and to guard them there.</p>
+<p>The Daulphins Powers, yet standing in their sight,</p>
+<p>And Burbons Forces of the field not cleere.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+These yearning cryes, that from the Caridge came,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+His bloud yet hott, more highly doth inflame</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p><a class = "note" name = "line88_17" id = "line88_17" href =
+"#note88_17">And in his rage he instantly commands,</a></p>
+<p><a class = "note" href = "#note88_17">That euery English should his
+prisoner kill</a>,</p>
+<p>Except some fewe in some great Captaines hands</p>
+<p>Whose Ransomes might his emptyed Cofers fill,</p>
+<p>Alls one whose loose, or who is nowe in bonds,</p>
+<p>Both must one way, it is the Conquerers will.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Those who late thought, small Ransoms them might free</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Saw onely death their Ransomes now must be.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The English kill their prisoners.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+Expostulation.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Accursed French, and could it not suffize,</p>
+<p>That ye but now bath’d in your natiue gore;</p>
+<p>But yee must thus infortunately rise,</p>
+<p>To drawe more plagues vpon yee then before,</p>
+<p>And gainst your selfe more mischeife to diuise,</p>
+<p>Then th’English could haue, and set wide the dore.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To vtter ruine, and to make an end</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of that your selues, which others would not spend.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">89</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Their vtmost rage the English now had breath’d,</p>
+<p>And their proud heartes gan somewhat to relent,</p>
+<p>Their bloody swords they quietly had sheath’d,</p>
+<p>And their strong bowes already were vnbent,</p>
+<p>To easefull rest their bodies they bequeath’d,</p>
+<p>Nor farther harme at all to you they ment,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And to that paynes must yee them needsly putt,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To draw their kniues once more your throats to cutt.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+The French cause of their own massechre.</p>
+
+<p class = "sidenote">
+A discriptyon of the Massachre in the foure following stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That French who lately by the English stood,</p>
+<p>And freely ask’d what ransome he should pay,</p>
+<p>Whoe somwhat coold, and in a calmer moode,</p>
+<p>Agreed with him both of the some and day,</p>
+<p>Nowe findes his flesh must be the present foode,</p>
+<p>For wolues and Rauens, for the same that stay.</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And sees his blood on th’others sword to flowe,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+E’r his quicke sense could aprehend the blowe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Whilst one is asking what the bus’nesse is,</p>
+<p>Hearing (in French) his Country-man to crye:</p>
+<p>He who detaines him prisoner, answers this:</p>
+<p>Mounsier, the King commands that you must dye;</p>
+<p>This is plaine English, whilst he’s killing his:</p>
+<p>He sees another on a French man flye,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Whilst he’s demanding what the Garboyle meanes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>That tender heart whose chance it was to haue,</p>
+<p>Some one, that day who did much valour showe,</p>
+<p>Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue:</p>
+<p>But equall Lots had Fate pleas’d to bestowe:</p>
+<p>He who his prisoner willingly would saue,</p>
+<p>Lastly constrain’d to giue the deadly blowe</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Turning his face, full bitterly doth weepe.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">90</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Ten thousand French that inwardly were well,</p>
+<p>Saue some light hurts that any man might heale:</p>
+<p>Euen at an instant, in a minute fell,</p>
+<p>And their owne friends their deathes to them to deale.</p>
+<p>Yet of so many, very fewe could tell,</p>
+<p>Nor could the English perfectly reueale,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The desperate cause of this disastrous hap,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That euen as Thunder kill’d them with a clap.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>How happy were those in the very hight,</p>
+<p>Of this great Battaile, that had brauely dyde,</p>
+<p>When as their boyling bosomes in the fight,</p>
+<p>Felt not the sharpe steele thorough them to slide:</p>
+<p>But these now in a miserable plight,</p>
+<p>Must in cold blood this massacre abide,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Caus’d by those Villaines (curst aliue and dead,)</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That from the field the passed morning fled.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>When as the King to Crowne this glorious day,</p>
+<p>Now bids his Souldiers after all this toyle,</p>
+<p>(No forces found that more might them dismay)</p>
+<p>Of the dead French to take the gen’rall spoyle,</p>
+<p>Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu’ry way;</p>
+<p>For eu’n as Clods they cou’red all the soyle,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Commanding none should any one controle,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Catch that catch might, but each man to his dole.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>They fall to groping busily for gold,</p>
+<p>Of which about them the slaine French had store,</p>
+<p>They finde as much as well their hands can hold,</p>
+<p>Who had but siluer, him they counted poore,</p>
+<p>Scarfes, Chaines, and Bracelets, were not to be told,</p>
+<p>So rich as these no Souldiers were before;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Who got a Ring would scarsly put it on,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Except therein there were some Radiant stone.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">91</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Out of rich sutes the Noblest French they strip,</p>
+<p>And leaue their Bodies naked on the ground,</p>
+<p>And each one fills his Knapsack or his Scrip;</p>
+<p>With some rare thing that on the Field is found:</p>
+<p>About his bus’nesse he doth nimbly skip,</p>
+<p>That had vpon him many a cruell wound:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And where they found a French not out-right slaine,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They him a prisoner constantly retaine.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Who scarse a Shirt had but the day before,</p>
+<p>Nor a whole Stocking to keepe out the cold,</p>
+<p>Hath a whole Wardrop (at command in store)</p>
+<p>In the French fashion flaunting it in gold,</p>
+<p>And in the Tauerne, in his Cups doth rore,</p>
+<p>Chocking his Crownes, and growes thereby so bold,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That proudly he a Captaines name assumes,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Waggons and Carts are laden till they crackt,</p>
+<p>With Armes and Tents there taken in the Field;</p>
+<p>For want of carridge on whose tops are packt,</p>
+<p>Ensignes, Coat-Armours, Targets, Speares, and Shields:</p>
+<p>Nor neede they conuoy, fearing to be sackt;</p>
+<p>For all the Country to King Henry yeelds,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And the poore Pesant helpes along to beare,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+What late the goods of his proud Landlord were.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:</p>
+<p>For a French Crowne might any where be bought,</p>
+<p>But if so be that he had any scarre,</p>
+<p>Though ne’r so small, he valew’d was at naught;</p>
+<p>With spoyles so sated the proud English are;</p>
+<p>Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Except some rich Caparizon he found,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">92</span>
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>And many a hundred beaten downe that were,</p>
+<p>Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,</p>
+<p>When as the English ouer-past they heare:</p>
+<p>And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,</p>
+<p>Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,</p>
+<p>Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They were found dead, and buried with the rest.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class = "verse stanza">
+<p>Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,</p>
+<p>And of the French who were not slaine were fled:</p>
+<p>Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,</p>
+<p>That had the power againe to make a head:</p>
+<p>This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,</p>
+<p>Thanking his God that he so well had sped,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+<a class = "note" name = "line92_15" id = "line92_15" href =
+"#note92_15">And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on</a>,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h6>FINIS.</h6>
+
+</div>
+<!-- end div maintext -->
+
+<div class = "page">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">93</span>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+<h3><a name = "camber" id = "camber">
+TO MY FRINDS</a> THE CAMBER-<br>
+BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.</h3>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">95</span>
+<h4>TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS<br>
+AND THEYR HARP.</h4>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<div class = "verse">
+<p class = "stanza">
+<span class = "firstword">Fayre</span> stood the winde for France,</p>
+<p>When we our sailes aduance,</p>
+<p>Nor now to proue our chance</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Longer not tarry,</p>
+<p>But put vnto the mayne:</p>
+<p>At Kaux, the mouth of Seine,</p>
+<p>With all his warlike trayne</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Landed King Harry.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+And taking many a forte,</p>
+<p>Furnish’d in warlike sorte,</p>
+<p>Comming toward Agincourte</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+(In happy houre)</p>
+<p>Skermishing day by day</p>
+<p>With those oppose his way,</p>
+<p>Whereas the Genrall laye</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With all his powre.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Which in his height of pride,</p>
+<p>As Henry to deride,</p>
+<p>His ransome to prouide</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnto him sending;</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">96</span>
+<p>Which he neglects the while,</p>
+<p>As from a nation vyle,</p>
+<p>Yet with an angry smile</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Their fall portending.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+And turning to his men,</p>
+<p>Quoth famous Henry then,</p>
+<p>Though they to one be ten,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Be not amazed:</p>
+<p>Yet haue we well begun;</p>
+<p>Battailes so brauely wonne</p>
+<p>Euermore to the sonne</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+By fame are raysed.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+And for my selfe, (quoth hee)</p>
+<p>This my full rest shall bee,</p>
+<p>England nere mourne for me,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Nor more esteeme me:</p>
+<p>Victor I will remaine,</p>
+<p>Or on this earth be slaine;</p>
+<p>Neuer shall she sustaine</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Losse to redeeme me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Poiters and Cressy tell,</p>
+<p>When moste their pride did swell,</p>
+<p>Vnder our swords they fell:</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ne lesse our skill is,</p>
+<p>Then when our grandsyre greate,</p>
+<p>Claiming the regall seate,</p>
+<p>In many a warlike feate</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Lop’d the French lillies.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+The Duke of Yorke soe dread</p>
+<p>The eager vaward led;</p>
+<p>With the maine Henry sped</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Amongst his hench men.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">97</span>
+<p>Excester had the rear,</p>
+<p>A brauer man not there.</p>
+<p>And now preparing were</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For the false Frenchmen</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+And ready to be gone.</p>
+<p>Armour on armour shone,</p>
+<p>Drum vnto drum did grone,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To hear was woonder;</p>
+<p>That with the cries they make</p>
+<p>The very earth did shake:</p>
+<p>Trumpet to trumpet spake,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Thunder to thunder.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Well it thine age became,</p>
+<p>O, noble Erpingham!</p>
+<p>That didst the signall frame</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Vnto the forces;</p>
+<p>When from a medow by,</p>
+<p>Like a storme, sodainely</p>
+<p>The English archery</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Stuck the French horses.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+The Spanish vghe so strong,</p>
+<p>Arrowes a cloth-yard long,</p>
+<p>That like to serpents stoong,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Piercing the wether:</p>
+<p>None from his death now starts,</p>
+<p>But playing manly parts,</p>
+<p>And like true English harts</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Stuck close together.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+When down theyr bowes they threw,</p>
+<p>And foorth theyr bilbowes drewe,</p>
+<p>And on the French they flew,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+No man was tardy.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">98</span>
+<p>Arms from the shoulders sent,</p>
+<p>Scalpes to the teeth were rent;</p>
+<p>Downe the French pesants went</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+These were men hardye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+When now that noble King,</p>
+<p>His broade sword brandishing,</p>
+<p>Into the hoast did fling,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+As to or’whelme it;</p>
+<p>Who many a deep wound lent,</p>
+<p>His armes with blood besprent,</p>
+<p>And many a cruell dent</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Brused his helmett.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Glo’ster that Duke so good,</p>
+<p>Next of the royall blood,</p>
+<p>For famous England stood</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With his braue brother:</p>
+<p>Clarence in steele most bright,</p>
+<p>That yet a maiden knighte,</p>
+<p>Yet in this furious fighte</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Scarce such an other.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Warwick in bloode did wade,</p>
+<p>Oxford the foes inuade,</p>
+<p>And cruel slaughter made</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Still as they ran vp:</p>
+<p>Suffolk his axe did ply,</p>
+<p>Beaumont and Willoughby</p>
+<p>Bare them right doughtyly,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ferrers and Fanhope.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+On happy Cryspin day</p>
+<p>Fought was this noble fray,</p>
+<p>Which fame did not delay</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To England to carry.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">99</span>
+<p>O! when shall Englishmen</p>
+<p>With such acts fill a pen,</p>
+<p>Or England breed agen</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Such a King Harry?</p>
+</div>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class = "page">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">101</span>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+<h3><a name = "notes" id = "notes">
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.</a></h3>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+</div>
+
+<div class = "notes">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">103</span>
+<h4>ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.</h4>
+
+<p><a name = "note14_3" id = "note14_3" href = "#line14_3"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 3.</a> “<i>Monarchesse.</i>”&mdash;This
+stately word ought to be revived; it is fully as legitimate as
+<i>abbess</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note14_9" id = "note14_9" href = "#line14_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 9.</a> “<i>A Parliament is
+calld.</i>”&mdash;It met at Leicester on April 30th, 1414. Negotiations
+for a treaty with France had been opened on January 21st preceding. “The
+first indication of a claim to the crown of France,” says Sir Harris
+Nicolas (“History of the Battle of Agincourt”), “is a commission to the
+Bishop of Durham and others, dated on the 31st of May, 1414, by which
+they were instructed to negotiate the restitution of such of their
+sovereign’s rights as were withheld by Charles.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note14_17" id = "note14_17" href = "#line14_17"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 17.</a> “<i>In which one Bill
+(mongst many) there was red.</i>”&mdash;“Many petitions moved,” says
+Holinshed, “were for that time deferred: amongst whyche one was that a
+bill exhibited in the Parliament holden at Westminstre in the eleventh
+year of King Henry the fourth, might now with good deliberation be
+pondered, and brought to some good conclusion. The effect of which
+supplication was that the temporall landes devoutely given, and
+disordinately spent by religious and other spirituall persons, should be
+seased into the Kyngs hands, sithence the same might suffice to
+maintayne to the honor of the King and defence of the realme fifteene
+Erles, fifteene&nbsp;C. Knightes, six&nbsp;M. two Esquiers, and
+a&nbsp;C. almes houses for reliefe only of the poor, impotente, and
+needie persones, and the King to have cleerely to his cofers twentie M.
+poundes.” Shakespeare (“Henry&nbsp;V.,” act&nbsp;i., sc.&nbsp;1)
+versifies this passage with the remarkable deviation of making the
+surplus remaining to
+<span class = "pagenum">104</span>
+the Crown one thousand pounds instead of twenty thousand pounds.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note14_23" id = "note14_23" href = "#line14_23"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 23.</a> “<i>Which made those
+Church-men generally to feare.</i>”&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“<i>Cant</i>. If it pass against us</p>
+<p>We lose the better half of our possession.</p>
+<p><i>Ely</i>. This would drink deep.</p>
+<p><i>Cant</i>. ’Twould drink the cup and all.”</p>
+
+<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act i., sc. 1.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Though Henry did not touch the property of the English Church, he
+appropriated the revenues of one hundred and ten priories held by
+aliens, and made no restitution.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note15_32" id = "note15_32" href = "#line15_32"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 15, l. 32.</a> “<i>Thus frames his
+speech.</i>”&mdash;“There is no record of any speech made by Chicheley
+at this parliament; we search for it in vain in the rolls of parliament,
+and in the history of the Privy Council.”&mdash;Dean Hook, who adds in a
+note, “No notice would have been taken of what was meant by Hall for a
+display of his own rhetoric, if such splendid use of it had not been
+made by Shakespeare in the first scene of ‘Henry V.’” Drayton’s version
+of the speech departs almost entirely from that given by the
+chroniclers, who make Chicheley, as no doubt he would have done, dwell
+at great length upon Henry’s alleged claim to the crown of France, and
+omit all topics unbefitting a man of peace. Drayton greatly curtails
+Chicheley’s legal arguments, and makes him talk like a warrior and a
+statesman. Shakespeare has shown his usual exquisite judgment by
+following Holinshed closely as regards the matter of Chicheley’s formal
+harangue, and relegating his exhortation to Henry to follow the example
+of the Black Prince to a separate discourse, marked off from the first
+by the king’s interruption. Drayton has also missed an opportunity in
+omitting Henry’s impressive appeal to the archbishop to advise him
+conscientiously in the matter, by which Shakespeare has set his hero’s
+character in the most favourable point of view from the very first.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">105</span>
+<p><a name = "note17_9" id = "note17_9" href = "#line17_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 17, l. 9.</a> “<i>Beame.</i>”&mdash;Bohemia.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note19_13" id = "note19_13" href = "#line19_13"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 19, ll. 13, 14.</a> “<i>And for they
+knew, the French did still abet The Scot against vs.</i>”&mdash;The
+discussion between Westmorland and Exeter on the expediency of first
+attacking Scotland is found in Holinshed. In the rude old play, “The
+Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth,” on which Shakespeare founded his
+“Henry IV.” and “Henry V.,” the argument for attacking Scotland first is
+put into the mouth of the Archbishop of Canterbury. Shakespeare’s noble
+expansion of this scene from the hints of his artless predecessor and of
+the chroniclers is one of the most signal proofs of the superiority of
+his genius.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note20_1" id = "note20_1" href = "#line20_1"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 20, l. 1.</a> “<i>And instantly an Embassy is
+sent.</i>”&mdash;Of the letters written by Henry on this occasion, Sir
+Harris Nicolas remarks in his standard work on the Battle of Agincourt,
+“Their most striking features are falsehood, hypocrisy, and impiety.”
+Being so bad, they are naturally attributed by him to the much maligned
+Cardinal Beaufort. It is admitted that “in some places they approach
+nearly to eloquence, and they are throughout clear, nervous, and
+impressive.” They are defended at great length by Mr. Tyler, in his
+“Life of Henry V.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note20_20" id = "note20_20" href = "#line20_20"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 20, l. 20.</a> “<i>A Tunne of Paris
+Tennis balls him sent.</i>”&mdash;This incident, so famous from the use
+made of it by Shakespeare, is in all probability historical, being
+mentioned by Thomas Otterbourne, a&nbsp;contemporary writer, and in an
+inedited MS. chronicle of the same date. These are quoted by Sir Harris
+Nicolas and in Mr. Julian Marshall’s erudite “Annals of Tennis” (London,
+1878). Its being omitted by other contemporaries is no strong argument
+against its authenticity. Drayton follows Shakespeare and the chronicler
+Hall in writing <i>tunne</i>. Holinshed uses the less poetical term
+<i>barrel</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note20_28" id = "note20_28" href = "#line20_28"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 20, ll. 28&ndash;32.</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse ital">
+<p>“I’le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue</p>
+<p>That they such Racket shall in Paris see,</p>
+<p>When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">106</span>
+<p>As that before the Set be fully done,</p>
+<p>France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>On these lines Mr. Julian Marshall observes: “This passage is
+remarkable, as offering one of the first examples of the double sense of
+<i>racket</i>, meaning hubbub as well as the implement used in tennis;
+and also as showing the early use of the word <i>bandy</i>, which we
+shall find recurring later in the history of the game.” None of the
+historians who have related the incident mention the pointed reply to
+the Dauphin put into Henry’s mouth by Shakespeare, that he would “strike
+his father’s crown into the hazard.” The old playwright on whose
+foundation Shakespeare built merely says, “Tel him that in stead of
+balles of leather we wil tosse him balles of brasse and yron.” Drayton
+must consequently have borrowed the term from Shakespeare, which is a
+pretty conclusive proof of his having read “Henry V.” as well as
+witnessed its performance. Regarding Shakespeare’s justification for the
+technical terms used by him, Mr. Marshall judiciously remarks: “It is
+certain that tennis was played and that rackets were used in the time of
+Henry V.; but whether chases were marked and a hazard invented, and to
+which of our hazards that hazard would answer, are questions which we
+cannot solve, and which doubtless never troubled ‘sweet Will’ for one
+single moment.”</p>
+
+<p>Sir Harris Nicolas prints in his appendix a ballad on the story of
+the tennis balls, “obligingly communicated by Bertram Mitford, of
+Mitford Castle, in Northumberland, Esquire, who wrote it from the
+dictation of a very aged relative.” He also gives another version, from
+what source derived is not stated. The Roxburghe collection of ballads
+at the British Museum contains yet a third version, which, as it differs
+in many respects from the other two, is printed as an appendix to these
+Notes. Judging from the type, the date of the Museum broadside would
+appear to be about 1750, and the piece itself can hardly be earlier than
+the eighteenth century.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note21_18" id = "note21_18" href = "#line21_18"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 18.</a>
+“<i>Iacks.</i>”&mdash;Machines for planing metal.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">107</span>
+<p><a name = "note21_19" id = "note21_19" href = "#line21_19"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 19.</a> “<i>An olde
+Fox.</i>”&mdash;Sword, so called, it is said, from the figure of a fox
+anciently engraved upon the blade; or, as Nares suggests, from the name
+of some celebrated cutler. “Thou diest on point of fox” (Shakespeare,
+“Henry&nbsp;V.,” act&nbsp;iv., sc.&nbsp;4).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note21_23" id = "note21_23" href = "#line21_23"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 23.</a>
+“<i>Fletcher.</i>”&mdash;An arrow-maker (<i>fléchier</i>), with which
+trade the manufacture of bows, properly the business of the
+<i>bowyer</i>, was naturally combined. The frequency of the name in our
+own day might be alleged in proof of the ancient importance of the
+industry, but in most cases it is probably derived from <i>flesher</i>,
+a&nbsp;butcher.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note22_1" id = "note22_1" href = "#line22_1"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 22, l. 1.</a> “<i>The Light-horse and the
+Bard.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;<i>barded</i> horse (French <i>bardelle</i>,
+a&nbsp;pack-saddle) is one with the body entirely covered with armour.
+“For he was <i>barded</i> from counter to tail” (“Lay of the Last
+Minstrel”).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note23_17" id = "note23_17" href = "#line23_17"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 23, l. 17.</a> “<i>The scarlet Iudge
+might now set vp his Mule.</i>”&mdash;“Judges and serjeants rode to
+Westminster Hall on mules; whence it is said of a young man studying the
+law, ‘I see he was never born to ride upon a <i>moyle</i>’ (‘Every Man
+out of his Humour,’ ii.&nbsp;3); that is, he will never be eminent in
+his profession” (Nares). It is an odd example of the mutations of
+ordinary speech that if we now heard of a judge setting up a mule, we
+should understand the exact contrary of what was understood by Drayton.
+A&nbsp;modern writer would more probably have said, set <i>down</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note23_25" id = "note23_25" href = "#line23_25"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 23, l. 25.</a> “<i>By this, the Counsell
+of this Warre had met.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;curious echo of Spenser: “By
+this the northern waggoner had set.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note24_16" id = "note24_16" href = "#line24_16"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 16.</a>
+“<i>Sleeue.</i>”&mdash;Entirely obsolete in English, but France still
+knows the Channel as <i>La Manche</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note24_19" id = "note24_19" href = "#line24_19"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 19.</a> “<i>Scripts of
+Mart.</i>”&mdash;Letters of marque. “<i>Mart</i>, originally for
+<i>Mars</i>. It was probably this use of <i>mart</i> that led so many
+authors to use letters of mart, instead of marque, supposing it to mean
+<i>letters of war</i>. Under this persuasion Drayton put ‘script of
+mart’ as equivalent” (Nares).</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">108</span>
+<p><a name = "note24_22" id = "note24_22" href = "#line24_22"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 22.</a>
+“<i>Deepe.</i>”&mdash;Dieppe.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note24_28" id = "note24_28" href = "#line24_28"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 28.</a> “<i>Like the huge Ruck
+from Gillingham that flewe.</i>”&mdash;It seems remarkable to meet with
+the <i>roc</i> of the “Arabian Nights” in English so long before the
+existence of any translation. The word, however, occurs in Bishop Hall’s
+“Satires,” thirty years before Drayton. It probably came into our
+language from the Italian, being first used by Marco Polo, who says
+(part iii., chap. 35): “To return to the griffon; the people of the
+island do not know it by that name, but call it always <i>ruc</i>; but
+we, from their extraordinary size, certainly conclude them to be
+griffons.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note25_2" id = "note25_2" href = "#line25_2"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 25, l. 2.</a> “<i>Stoad.</i>”&mdash;Not found in
+the dictionaries, but apparently equivalent to <i>stowage</i>, and hence
+in this place to <i>cargo</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note25_5" id = "note25_5" href = "#line25_5"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 25, ll. 5, 6.</a> “<i>Straitly commanded by the
+Admirall, At the same Port to settle their aboad.</i>”&mdash;“On the
+11th of April, 1415, Nicholas Mauduyt, serjeant-at-arms, was commanded
+to arrest all ships and other vessels carrying twenty tons or more,
+<i>as well belonging to this kingdom as to other countries</i>, which
+were then in the river Thames, and in other sea-ports of the realm as
+far as Newcastle-upon-Tyne, or which might arrive there before the 1st
+of May, and the said vessels were to be at the ports of Southampton,
+London, or Winchelsea by the 8th of May at the latest” (Sir Harris
+Nicolas).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note25_28" id = "note25_28" href = "#line25_28"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 25, l. 28.</a> “<i>Bay of Portugall</i>”
+= Bay of Biscay.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note26_14" id = "note26_14" href = "#line26_14"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 26, l. 14.</a>
+“<i>Pruce.</i>”&mdash;Prussia.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note26_23" id = "note26_23" href = "#line26_23"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 26, l. 23.</a>
+“<i>Flee-boats.</i>”&mdash;Flyboats, Fr. <i>flibots</i>, which affords a
+more probable etymology than <i>freebooter</i> for <i>flibustier</i> and
+<i>filibuster</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note27_17" id = "note27_17" href = "#line27_17"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 27, ll. 17, 18.</a> “<i>From Holland,
+Zeland, and from Flanders wonne By weekely pay, threescore twelue
+Bottoms came.</i>”&mdash;“It was one of the earliest measures to secure
+shipping from Holland” (Nicolas). The total number of ships enumerated
+by Drayton as joining in the rendezvous at Southampton is one hundred
+and seventy-eight, the foreign hired vessels included.
+A&nbsp;contemporary authority
+<span class = "pagenum">109</span>
+quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas makes it three hundred and twenty, made up
+by contingents from the neighbouring havens to between twelve and
+fourteen hundred. According to the list published by Sir Harris Nicolas,
+the number of effective fighting men did not exceed ten thousand five
+hundred, though there were probably as many more attendants and
+camp-followers.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note27_31" id = "note27_31" href = "#line27_31"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 27, l. 31.</a> “<i>The acclamation of
+the presse.</i>”&mdash;Might be said in our time of any popular war, but
+in how different a sense!</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note28_1" id = "note28_1" href = "#line28_1"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 28, l. 1.</a>&mdash;This and the following
+stanza are quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas with just admiration. In fact,
+Drayton’s description of the marshalling and departure of the expedition
+are the best part of his poem.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note29_4" id = "note29_4" href = "#line29_4"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 29, ll. 4&ndash;6.</a> “<i>In Ensignes there,
+Some wore the Armes of their most ancient Towne, Others againe their
+owne Diuises beare.</i>”&mdash;The catalogue which follows is entirely
+in the spirit of Italian romantic poetry, and may be especially compared
+with that of Agramante’s allies and their insignia in the “Orlando
+Innamorato.” In many instances the device, as Drayton says, represents
+the escutcheon of some town within the county; in others he seems to
+have been indebted to his imagination, though endeavouring not
+unsuccessfully to adduce some reason for his choice.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note30_11" id = "note30_11" href = "#line30_11"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 30, l. 11.</a>
+“<i>Brack.</i>”&mdash;Brine.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note30_20" id = "note30_20" href = "#line30_20"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 30, l. 20.</a> “<i>Lyam.</i>”&mdash;A
+band or thong by which to lead a hound; hence <i>lyme-hound</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note31_3" id = "note31_3" href = "#line31_3"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 31, l. 3.</a> “<i>A Golden Fleece and Hereford
+doth weare.</i>”&mdash;Grammar requires this line to begin <i>And
+Hereford</i>. Awkward dislocations, however, are not infrequent in
+Drayton.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note31_6" id = "note31_6" href = "#line31_6"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 31, l. 6.</a> “<i>The Shiere whose surface seems
+most brute.</i>”&mdash;George Eliot, like Drayton a native of fertile
+Warwickshire, entitles the neighbouring county <i>Stonyshire</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note33_17" id = "note33_17" href = "#line33_17"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 33, l. 17.</a> “<i>The Fleet then
+full,</i>” <i>etc.</i>&mdash;Compare this fine stanza, which might have
+been written by one
+<span class = "pagenum">110</span>
+who had never been on shipboard, with the still more poetical and at the
+same time intensely realistic one of Shakespeare (“Henry V.,” act iii.,
+prologue), which proves that he must have been at sea on some
+occasion:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“Play with your fancies, and in them behold</p>
+<p>Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;</p>
+<p>Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give</p>
+<p>To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,</p>
+<p>Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,</p>
+<p>Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name = "note34_9" id = "note34_9" href = "#line34_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 34, ll. 9, 10.</a> “<i>Long Boates with Scouts
+are put to land before, Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to
+discry.</i>”&mdash;“Before day-break the next morning, Wednesday the
+14th of August, John Holland, Earl of Huntingdon, Sir Gilbert
+Umfreville, and Sir John Cornwall, were sent with a party of cavalry to
+reconnoitre Harfleur and its vicinity, with the view of selecting a
+proper situation for the encampment of the army” (Sir Harris
+Nicolas).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note35_1" id = "note35_1" href = "#line35_1"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 35, l. 1.</a> “<i>To the high’st earth whilst
+awfull Henry gets.</i>”&mdash;<i>Whilst</i> must here be taken as =
+<i>meanwhile</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note35_3" id = "note35_3" href = "#line35_3"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 35, l. 3.</a> “<i>With sprightly words</i>”
+<i>etc.</i>&mdash;The confusion in this line is evidently due to the
+printer. Drayton must have written: “And thus with sprightly words,”
+etc.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note35_9" id = "note35_9" href = "#line35_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 35, l. 9.</a> “<i>He first of all
+proclaim’d.</i>”&mdash;<ins class = "correction" title = "open quote missing">“</ins>A&nbsp;proclamation was issued forbidding under pain of
+death a repetition of some excesses which had been committed, and
+commanding that henceforth the houses should not be set on fire, or the
+churches or other sacred places violated, and that the persons of women
+and priests should be held sacred” (Sir Harris Nicolas). Holinshed adds,
+“or to any suche as should be founde withoute weapon or armor, and not
+ready to make resistance.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note36_30" id = "note36_30" href = "#line36_30"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 36, l. 30.</a> “<i>Shee so instructed is
+by Natures Lawes.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;characteristic instance of this
+excellent poet’s frequent and unaccountable lapses into bathos.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note38_7" id = "note38_7" href = "#line38_7"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 38, l. 7.</a> “<i>Whose Mynes to the besieg’d
+more mischiefe doe.</i>”&mdash;Holinshed, however, admits that the
+French
+<span class = "pagenum">111</span>
+“with their countermining somewhat disappointed the Englishmen, and came
+to fight with them hand to hand within the mynes, so that they went no
+further forward with that worke.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note41_30" id = "note41_30" href = "#line41_30"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 41, l. 30.</a> “<i>But on his bare feete
+to the Church he came.</i>”&mdash;“He dismounted at the gate, took off
+his shoes and stockings, and proceeded barefoot to the church of St.
+Martin, where he gave solemn thanks to God for his success” (Sir Harris
+Nicolas, quoting the French chroniclers), Holinshed mentions Henry’s
+repairing to the church to offer thanks, but omits the picturesque
+circumstance of his going thither barefoot, and passes over his entrance
+into the town in the briefest possible manner. It is an interesting
+proof of Shakespeare’s dependence upon the chronicler to find him
+equally ignoring any solemn entry or prolonged sojourn:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest,</p>
+<p>To-morrow for the march are we addrest.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>In fact, as Drayton tells us, he remained eight days in Harfleur,
+awaiting the Dauphin’s reply to his challenge, which Holinshed does not
+mention. Shakespeare, Drayton, and Holinshed alike pass over the
+exceedingly picturesque circumstance of the expulsion of the women and
+children under escort of the English troops. Drayton only says: “Out of
+the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note42_7" id = "note42_7" href = "#line42_7"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 42, ll. 7, 8.</a> “<i>He frankly off’reth in a
+single fight, With the young Daulphine to decide his
+right.</i>”&mdash;Sir Harris Nicolas remarks: “Of the personal valour
+which that letter displays on the part of Henry but little can be said,
+for the challenger was about twenty-seven years of age, and in the full
+vigour of manhood, whilst his adversary, of whose prowess or bodily
+strength there is not the slightest evidence, and who died in the
+December following, had not attained his twentieth year.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note43_15" id = "note43_15" href = "#line43_15"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 43, ll. 15, 16.</a> “<i>A Ford was found
+to set his Army ore Which neuer had discouered beene
+before.</i>”&mdash;This cannot
+<span class = "pagenum">112</span>
+be, for the anonymous priest to whose narrative as an eyewitness of the
+campaign we are so deeply indebted, says, “The approach was by two long
+but narrow causeways, which the French had before warily broken through
+the middle” (Nicolas, p. 233).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note44_1" id = "note44_1" href = "#line44_1"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 44, l. 1.</a> “<i>Therfore they both in solemne
+Counsaile satt.</i>”&mdash;This council was held on October 20th, five
+days before Agincourt. “The opinions of the different members,” says Sir
+Harris Nicolas, “are very minutely given by Des Ursins.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note44_2" id = "note44_2" href = "#line44_2"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 44, l. 2.</a> “<i>Britaine.</i>”&mdash;Brittany.
+The Duke of Brittany, in fact, did not arrive in time to take part in
+the battle.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note44_17" id = "note44_17" href = "#line44_17"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 44, l. 17.</a> “<i>A Route of tatter’d
+Rascalls starued so.</i>”&mdash;Holinshed’s description of the condition
+of the English army is most graphic: “The English men were brought into
+great misery in this journey, their victuall was in maner spent, and
+nowe coulde they get none: for their enemies had destroied all the corne
+before they came: reste could they none take, for their enemies were
+ever at hande to give them alarmes: dayly it rained, and nightly it
+freesed: of fewell there was great scarsitie, but of fluxes greate
+plenty: money they hadde enoughe, but of wares to bestowe it uppon for
+their reliefe or comforte, hadde they little or none. And yet in this
+great necessitye the poore people of the countrey were not spoiled, nor
+any thyng taken of them wythout payment, neyther was any outrage or
+offence done by the Englishemenne of warre, except one, whiche was, that
+a folish souldiour stale a pixe out of a churche.” Shakespeare’s use of
+this incident is well known.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note46_28" id = "note46_28" href = "#line46_28"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 46, l. 28.</a>
+“<i>Spirits.</i>”&mdash;Must here be pronounced as a monosyllable, as at
+p. 67, l. 18.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note48_6" id = "note48_6" href = "#line48_6"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 48, l. 6.</a> “<i>Till their foule noyse doth
+all the ayre infest.</i>”&mdash;Drayton probably stands alone among
+English poets in disliking the music of the rookery.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note49_15" id = "note49_15" href = "#line49_15"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 49, l. 15.</a> “<i>Quoyts, Lots, and
+Dice for Englishmen to cast.</i>”&mdash;“The captaines had determined
+before
+<span class = "pagenum">113</span>
+howe to devide the spoile, and the souldiours the night before had plaid
+the englishemen at dice” (Holinshed).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note50_9" id = "note50_9" href = "#line50_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 50, l. 9.</a> “<i>And cast to make a Chariot for
+the King.</i>”&mdash;This circumstance also is mentioned by Holinshed,
+and is authenticated by the anonymous priest.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note50_31" id = "note50_31" href = "#line50_31"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 50, ll. 31, 32.</a> “<i>Some pointing
+Stakes to stick into the ground, To guard the Bow-men.</i>”&mdash;Henry
+had ordered the archers to provide themselves with stakes even before
+the passage of the Somme.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note51_25" id = "note51_25" href = "#line51_25"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 51, l. 25.</a> “<i>King Richards wrongs,
+to minde, Lord doe not call.</i>”&mdash;Drayton evidently follows
+Shakespeare, but remains a long way behind:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p class = "halfway">
+“Not to-day, O Lord,</p>
+<p>O, not to-day, think not upon the fault</p>
+<p>My father made in compassing the crown!</p>
+<p>I Richard’s body have interred new:</p>
+<p>And on it have bestowed more contrite tears</p>
+<p>Than from it issued forced drops of blood:</p>
+<p>Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,</p>
+<p>Who twice a day their withered hands hold up</p>
+<p>Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built</p>
+<p>Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests</p>
+<p>Sing still for Richard’s soul. More will I do;</p>
+<p>Though all that I can do is nothing worth,</p>
+<p>Since that my penitence comes after all,</p>
+<p>Imploring pardon.”</p>
+
+<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act iv., sc. 1.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Shakespeare’s infinite superiority in moral delicacy, not merely to
+his imitator, but to all poets except the very best, is forcibly shown
+by his causing Henry to abstain from all attempts to excuse his father
+and himself at the expense of Richard, so natural in the mouth of an
+ordinary person, so unbecoming a hero.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note52_6" id = "note52_6" href = "#line52_6"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 52, ll. 6, 7.</a> “<i>When as that Angell to
+whom God assign’d The guiding of the English.</i>”&mdash;This fine
+passage may very probably have been in Dryden’s mind when he planned the
+machinery of his unwritten epic, and in Addison’s when he penned the
+famous simile of the Angel in his poem on Blenheim.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">114</span>
+<p><a name = "note52_29" id = "note52_29" href = "#line52_29"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 52, ll. 29, 30.</a> “<i>Foorth that
+braue King couragious Henry goes, An hower before that it was fully
+light.</i>”&mdash;No personal reconnoissance on Henry’s part is
+mentioned by the historians, although Sir Harris Nicolas says, on the
+authority of Elmham: “About the middle of the night, before the moon
+set, Henry sent persons to examine the ground, by whose report he was
+better able to draw up his forces on the next day.” As the English were
+the assailants, the precaution of posting the archers behind the
+quickset hedge would have proved unnecessary.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note55_27" id = "note55_27" href = "#line55_27"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 55, l. 27.</a> “<i>His coruetting
+Courser.</i>”&mdash;“A little grey horse.” He wore no spurs, probably to
+show his men that he entertained no thought of flight.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note56_20" id = "note56_20" href = "#line56_20"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 56, l. 20.</a> “<i>To know what he would
+for his Ransome pay.</i>”&mdash;This is mentioned by Holinshed, but
+cannot be true, for all contemporary authorities agree that the French
+sent envoys to Henry on the morning of the battle offering him a free
+passage to Calais upon condition of surrendering Harfleur. This would
+seem to indicate that the leaders did not fully share the confidence of
+their troops.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note57_3" id = "note57_3" href = "#line57_3"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 57, ll. 3, 4.</a> “<i>And strongly fixe the
+Diadem of France, Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine.</i>”&mdash;No
+Frenchman could have said this on such an occasion. Drayton would make
+for any port when in stress of rhyme.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note57_16" id = "note57_16" href = "#line57_16"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 57, l. 16.</a> “<i>Thus to his Souldiers
+comfortably spake.</i>”&mdash;Drayton’s version of his speech in the
+main agrees with Holinshed’s. Shakespeare, usually so close a follower
+of Holinshed, substitutes an oration entirely of his own composition.
+The beautiful lines&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“For he this day that sheds his blood with me</p>
+<p>Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile</p>
+<p>This day shall gentle his condition”&mdash;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>appear to be derived from the same source as the exaggerated
+statement of Archbishop Des Ursins, that on another occasion Henry
+promised that his plebeian soldiers should be ennobled and invested with
+collars of
+<span class = "pagenum">115</span>
+SS. This cannot be taken directly from Des Ursins, whose history of the
+reign of Charles VI., though written in the fifteenth century, was not
+published until 1614.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note58_9" id = "note58_9" href = "#line58_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 58, ll. 9, 10.</a> “<i>When hearing one wish all
+the valiant men At home in England, with them present
+were.</i>”&mdash;According to the anonymous monk, who may be fully
+relied upon, the speaker was Sir Walter Hungerford. Shakespeare puts the
+sentiment into the mouth of the Earl of Westmorland.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note59_9" id = "note59_9" href = "#line59_9"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 59, l. 9.</a> “<i>At the full Moone looke how
+th’vnweldy Tide</i>” <i>etc.</i>&mdash;These lines are clearly a
+reminiscence of Shakespeare’s&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p class = "halfway">“Let the brow o’erwhelm it</p>
+<p>As fearfully as doth a galled rock</p>
+<p>O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,</p>
+<p>Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.”</p>
+
+<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, prologue to act iii.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name = "note62_21" id = "note62_21" href = "#line62_21"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 62, l. 21.</a>
+“<i>Dampeir.</i>”&mdash;Chatillon, Admiral of France, was also Lord of
+Dampierre. It must be by inadvertence that Sir Harris Nicolas (p. 121)
+speaks of Cliquet de Brabant, whom Drayton calls Cluet, as Admiral.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note63_6" id = "note63_6" href = "#line63_6"><span class =
+"smallcaps">Page</span> 63, l. 6.</a> “<i>Could.</i>”&mdash;Must have
+been pronounced cold, as it was sometimes written. See also p. 83, l.
+26.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note63_16" id = "note63_16" href = "#line63_16"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 63, l. 16.</a>
+“<i>Cantels.</i>”&mdash;Corners (Germ. Kant); hence = morsels, though
+Shakespeare speaks of “a&nbsp;monstrous cantle.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note66_11" id = "note66_11" href = "#line66_11"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 66, ll. 11, 12.</a> “<i>Bespeaking them
+with honourable words Themselues their prisoners freely and
+confesse.</i>”&mdash;One of Drayton’s awkward inversions. The anonymous
+ecclesiastic says that some of the French nobles surrendered themselves
+more than ten times, and were slain after all.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note72_15" id = "note72_15" href = "#line72_15"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 72, l. 15.</a> “<i>In comes the King his
+Brothers life to saue.</i>”&mdash;“The Duke of Gloucester, the King’s
+brother, was sore wounded about the hippes, and borne down to the
+ground, so that he fel backwards, with his feete towards his enemies,
+whom the King bestridde, and like a
+<span class = "pagenum">116</span>
+brother valiantly rescued him from his enimies, and so saving his life,
+caused him to be conveyed out of the fight into a place of more safetie”
+(Holinshed).</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note72_25" id = "note72_25" href = "#line72_25"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 72, ll. 25, 26.</a> “<i>Vpon the King
+Alanzon prest so sore, That with a stroke,</i>” <i>etc.</i>&mdash;There
+seems no contemporary authority for the single combat between Henry and
+Alençon of which Shakespeare has made such ingenious use in his
+management of the incident of Henry’s glove. According to one account,
+Alençon struck at the King somewhat unfairly as he was stooping to aid
+his brother, and smote off a piece of his crown. According to another
+authority, the blow was given by one of a band of eighteen knights who
+had sworn to strike the diadem from Henry’s head, or perish in the
+attempt, as they all did.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note82_28" id = "note82_28" href = "#line82_28"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 82, l. 28.</a>
+“<i>Nock.</i>”&mdash;Notch.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note83_16" id = "note83_16" href = "#line83_16"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 83, l. 16.</a> “<i>Tue.</i>”&mdash;Must
+be pronounced as a dissyllable; but the French cry was more probably
+<i>tuez</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note85_28" id = "note85_28" href = "#line85_28"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 85, l. 28.</a> “<i>Base.</i>”&mdash;Run
+as at prisoners’ base. Murray’s “Dictionary” cites one example of the
+use of the word in this sense, which is from Warner’s “Albion’s
+England,” a&nbsp;poem read and admired by Drayton.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note87_27" id = "note87_27" href = "#line87_27"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 87, l. 27.</a>
+“<i>Clunasse.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;misprint for <i>Clamasse</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note87_27a" id = "note87_27a" href = "#line87_27"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 87, l. 27.</a> “<i>Dorpe</i>” = thorpe,
+a&nbsp;word revived by Tennyson in “The Brook.”</p>
+
+<p><a name = "note88_17" id = "note88_17" href = "#line88_17"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 88, ll. 17, 18.</a> “<i>And in his rage
+he instantly commands, That euery English should his prisoner
+kill.</i>”&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“I was not angry since I came to France</p>
+<p>Until this instant.”</p>
+
+<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act iv., sc. 7.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name = "note92_15" id = "note92_15" href = "#line92_15"><span
+class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 92, l. 15.</a> “<i>And so tow’rds
+Callice brauely marching on.</i>”&mdash;This is certainly a flat
+conclusion. It is surprising that Drayton made no use of the appearance
+of the herald Montjoy on the field, with confession of defeat and appeal
+for&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p class = "halfway">“Charitable licence,</p>
+<p>That we may wander o’er this bloody field</p>
+<p>To book our dead, and then to bury them.”</p>
+<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act iv., sc. 7.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">117</span>
+
+<h5><a name = "notes_camber" id = "notes_camber">
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS</a><br>
+AND THEYR HARP.</h5>
+
+<p>It has already been observed in the Introduction that this grand
+lyric gave the model for Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade.” This
+latter poem appears along with “Maud,” and another piece in the same
+slender volume contains unequivocal proof of the Laureate’s acquaintance
+with Drayton. In the powerful poem <ins class = "correction" title =
+"text has ‘en-/entitled’ at line break">entitled</ins> “Will” occur the
+lines&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“Sown in a wrinkle of the <i>monstrous</i> hill,</p>
+<p>The city sparkles like a grain of salt.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>In a passage of Song IX. of the “Polyolbion,” excerpted by Mr.
+Bullen, Drayton says&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“The mightie Giant-heape so less and lesser still</p>
+<p>Appeareth to the eye, untill the <i>monstrous</i> hill</p>
+<p>At length shewes like a cloud; and further being cast,</p>
+<p>Is out of kenning quite.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The identity of epithet might possibly be accidental, but the
+resemblance extends to the entire passage.</p>
+
+<p>A singularly beautiful stanza from Drayton’s “Barons’ Warres,” also
+in Mr. Bullen’s selection, must have been unconsciously present to
+Shelley’s mind when he wrote in “The Witch of Atlas”&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Of sandal wood, rare gems, and cinnamon.</p>
+<p>Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is;</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Each flame of it is as a precious stone</p>
+<p>Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Belongs to each and all who gaze thereon.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Drayton writes:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,</p>
+<p>As every thing did to it selfe assume</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Sent from them and made the same their owne</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">118</span>
+<p>So that the painted Flowres within the Roome</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Were sweet, as if they naturally had growne;</p>
+<p>The Light gave Colours, which upon them fell,</p>
+<p>And to the Colours the Perfume gave smell.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>A still stronger proof of the extent to which Shelley had
+unconsciously imbibed the spirit of Drayton is afforded by a comparison
+of the noble speech of Fame in “The tragicall legend of Robert Duke of
+Normandie” (Bullen, pp. 25, 27) with Shelley’s still finer “Hymn of
+Apollo.” There is hardly any instance of direct verbal resemblance; but
+the metre, the strain of sentiment, the oratorical pose, the mental and
+moral attitude of the two poems are so much alike as to justify the
+assertion that the younger owes its form and much of its spirit to the
+older.</p>
+
+</div>
+<!-- end div notes -->
+
+
+<p>The following is the Roxburghe version of the ballad of the Dauphin’s
+present of tennis-balls, mentioned at p. 106:&mdash;</p>
+
+<h5>KING HENRY V. HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE,</h5>
+<h6>IN REVENGE FOR THE AFFRONT OFFERED BY THE FRENCH KING;<br>
+IN SENDING HIM (INSTEAD OF THE TRIBUTE) A TON OF TENNIS-BALLS.</h6>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<div class = "verse">
+<p class = "stanza">
+As our King lay musing on his bed,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+He bethought himself upon a time,</p>
+<p>Of a tribute that was due from France,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Had not been paid for so long a time.</p>
+<p class = "halfway">Fal, lal, etc.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+He called for his lovely page,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+His lovely page then called he;</p>
+<p>Saying, You must go to the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">119</span>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+O then went away this lovely page,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This lovely page then away went he;</p>
+<p>Low he came to the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And then fell down on his bended knee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+My master greets you, worthy sir,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,</p>
+<p>That you will send his tribute home,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Or in French land you soon him will see.</p>
+<p class = "halfway">Fal, lal, etc.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Your master’s young and of tender years,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Not fit to come into my degree,</p>
+<p>And I will send him three Tennis-Balls</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That with them he may learn to play.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+O then returned this lovely page,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+This lovely page then returned he,</p>
+<p>And when he came to our gracious King,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Low he fell <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘dowh’">down</ins> on his bended knee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza halfway">
+[A line cut off.]</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+What is the news you have brought to me?</p>
+<p>I have brought such news from the King of France</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That he and you will ne’er agree.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+He says, You’re young and of tender years,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Not fit to come to his degree;</p>
+<p>And he will send you three Tennis-Balls</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+That with them you may learn to play.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And Derby Hills that are so free;</p>
+<p>No marry’d man, or widow’s son,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+For no widow’s curse shall go with me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And Derby Hills that are so free;</p>
+<p>No marry’d man, nor no widow’s son,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Yet there was a jovial bold company.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">120</span>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+O then we march’d into the French land</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With drums and trumpets so merrily;</p>
+<p>And then bespoke the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+The first shot that the Frenchmen gave</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+They kill’d our Englishmen so free,</p>
+<p>We kill’d ten thousand of the French,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+And the rest of them they run away.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+And then we marched to Paris gates,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+With drums and trumpets so merrily,</p>
+<p>O then bespoke the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+The Lord have mercy on my men and me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+O I will send him his tribute home,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,</p>
+<p>And the finest flower that is in all France,</p>
+<p class = "indent">
+To the Rose of England I will give free.</p>
+</div>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr>
+
+<h6>CHISWICK PRESS:&mdash;C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY
+LANE.</h6>
+
+
+<div class = "endnote">
+
+<h5><a name = "woodcut_text" id = "woodcut_text" href = "#woodcut">
+Text of Woodcut</a></h5>
+
+<p class = "center">Around picture:</p>
+
+<p>EFFIGIES MICHAELIS DRAYTON ARMIGERI, POETÆ CLARISS.<br>
+ÆTAT. SVÆ L. A. CHR. <ins class = "correction" title =
+"1613">ↀ.DC.XIII</ins></p>
+
+<p class = "center">Below picture:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse ital">
+<p>Lux Hareshulla tibi Warwici villa, tenebris,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Ante tuas Cunas, obsita Prima fuit.</p>
+<p>Arma, Viros, Veneres, Patriam modulamine dixti:</p>
+<p class = "indent">Te Patriæ resonant Arma, Viri, Veneres.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h5><a name = "title_text" id = "title_text" href = "#titlepage">
+Text of Title Page</a></h5>
+
+<table class = "titlepage" summary = "text with border">
+<tr><td>
+<h3><span class = "smaller">THE</span><br>
+BATTAILE<br>
+<span class = "smaller">OF</span><br>
+AGINCOVRT.</h3>
+
+<p><span class = "extended">FOVGHT&nbsp; BY&nbsp; <span class =
+"smallcaps">Henry</span>&nbsp; THE</span><br>
+fift of that name, King of <i>England</i>, against the whole power of
+the <i>French</i>: vnder the Raigne of their <span class =
+"smallcaps">Charles</span> the sixt, <i>Anno Dom.</i> 1415.</p>
+
+<p>The Miseries of Queene <span class = "smallcaps">Margarite</span>,
+the infortunate VVife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Nimphidia</span>, the Court of
+<i>Fayrie</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The Quest of <span class = "smallcaps">Cinthia</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The Shepheards <span class = "smallcaps">Sirena</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Moone-Calfe</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Elegies vpon sundry occasions.</p>
+
+<hr>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>By <span class = "smallcaps">Michaell Drayton</span><br>
+Esquire</i>.</p>
+
+<hr>
+
+<h6><i>LONDON</i>,<br>
+Printed for <span class = "smallcaps">William Lee</span>, at the Turkes
+Head<br>
+<span class = "smaller">
+in Fleete-Streete, next to the Miter and <ins class = "correction" title
+= "text unchanged">Phænix</ins>.</span><br>
+1627.</h6>
+
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Battaile of Agincourt, by Michael Drayton
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+Title: The Battaile of Agincourt
+
+Author: Michael Drayton
+
+Editor: Richard Garnett
+
+Release Date: January 11, 2009 [EBook #27770]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT ***
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+Stanzas 64-78 (pages 29-33) have labeled notes instead of the regular
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+[_The portrait of Michael Drayton given here as a frontispiece is from a
+picture, taken at the age of sixty-five (three years before he died), in
+the Cartwright Collection at the Dulwich Gallery. The name of the
+painter is not known, but the picture is signed "An^o 1628."_]
+
+
+[Illustration: Michael Drayton]
+
+
+
+
+  THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT
+  BY MICHAEL DRAYTON:
+  WITH INTRODUCTION AND
+  NOTES BY RICHARD GARNETT
+
+
+  [Illustration: Publisher's Device]
+
+
+  LONDON PRINTED AND ISSUED BY
+  CHARLES WHITTINGHAM & CO AT
+  THE CHISWICK PRESS MDCCCXCIII
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+
+
+
+  CONTENTS.
+                                                        PAGE
+
+  Introduction                                           vii
+  Drayton's Dedication                                     3
+  Upon the Battaile of Agincourt, by I. Vaughan            5
+  Sonnet to Michael Drayton, By John Reynolds              7
+  The Vision of Ben Jonson on the Muses of his
+    Friend M. Drayton                                      9
+  The Battaile of Agincourt                               13
+  To my Frinds the Camber-Britans and theyr Harp          93
+  Illustrative Notes                                     101
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+All civilized nations possessing a history which they contemplate with
+pride endeavour to present that history in an epic form. In their
+initial stages of culture the vehicles of expression are ballads like
+the constituents of the Spanish Romanceros and chronicles like
+Joinville's and Froissart's. With literary refinement comes the distinct
+literary purpose, and the poet appears who is also more or less of an
+artist. The number of Spanish and Portuguese national epics, from the
+Lusiad downwards, during the sixteenth and the first half of the
+seventeenth centuries, is astonishing; and it was impossible that
+English authorship, rapidly acquiring a perception of literary form
+under classical and foreign influences, should not be powerfully
+affected by the example of its neighbours.
+
+A remarkable circumstance, nevertheless, while encouraging this epical
+impulse, deprived its most important creations of the external epical
+form. The age of awakened national self-consciousness was also the age
+of drama. The greatest poetical genius of that or any age, and his
+associates, were playwrights first and poets afterwards. The torrent of
+inspiration rushed mainly to the stage. Hence the old experience was
+reversed, and whereas Aeschylus described himself and his
+fellow-dramatists as subsisting on scraps filched from the great banquet
+of Homer, our English epic poets could but follow humbly in the wake of
+the dramatists, the alchemy of whose genius had already turned the dross
+of ancient chronicles to gold. In the mighty series of Shakespeare's
+historical plays, including in the enumeration Marlowe's "Edward the
+Second" and the anonymous "Edward the Third," England possesses a
+national epic inferior to that of no country in the world, although the
+form be dramatic. In one respect, indeed, this epic is superior to any
+but the Homeric poems, standing one remove less apart from the poetry of
+the people. The impression of primitive force which the Homeric poems
+convey by their venerable language is equally well imparted by
+Shakespeare's spontaneity and his apparent and probably real innocence
+of all purely literary intention.
+
+Epic poets, however gifted, could be but gleaners after such a harvest.
+Yet not every excellent poet, even of that dramatic age, was endowed
+with the dramatic faculty, and two of especial merit, singularly devoid
+of dramatic gift, but inferior to none in love of their country and
+self-consecration to its service, turned their attention to the epic.
+These were Samuel Daniel and Michael Drayton. The latter is our subject,
+but something should also be said of the former. Drayton not unfairly
+hit the blot in his successful rival when he said of him:
+
+  "His rimes were smooth, his meeters well did close,
+  But yet his maner better fitted prose."
+
+This is one way of putting it; from another point of view Daniel may be
+regarded as almost the most remarkable literary phenomenon of his time;
+he is so exceedingly modern. He outran the taste of his own period by a
+hundred years, and without teacher or example displayed the excellences
+which came to be preferred to all others in the eighteenth century.
+"These poems of his," says his editor in that age (1718), "having stood
+the test of above a century, and the language and the versification
+being still pure and elegant, it is to be hoped they will still shine
+among his countrymen and preserve his name." At this time, and for long
+afterwards, Drayton, save for an occasional reprint of his "Nimphidia"
+among miscellaneous collections, was utterly neglected. Even after the
+editions of 1748 and 1753 he is alluded to by Goldsmith as a type of the
+poet whose best title to fame is his tomb in Westminster Abbey.
+
+The nineteenth century has reversed this with other critical verdicts of
+the eighteenth, and, with all due respect to Daniel, Drayton now stands
+higher. Yet, where the two poets come most directly and manifestly into
+competition, Drayton's superiority is not so evident. As a whole,
+Daniel's "Civil War" is a better poem than Drayton's "Barons' Wars." The
+superiority of the latter lies in particular passages, such as the
+description of the guilty happiness of Isabella and Mortimer, quoted in
+Mr. Arthur Bullen's admirable selection. This is to say that Drayton's
+genius was naturally not so much epical as lyrical and descriptive. In
+his own proper business as a narrative poet he fails as compared with
+Daniel, but he enriches history with all the ornaments of poetry; and it
+was his especial good fortune to discover a subject in which the union
+of dry fact with copious poetic illustration was as legitimate to the
+theme as advantageous to the writer. This was, of course, his
+"Polyolbion," where, doing for himself what no other poet ever did, he
+did for his country what was never done for any other. Greece and Rome,
+indeed, have left us versified topographies, but these advance no
+pretension to the poetical character except from the metrical point of
+view, though they may in a sense claim kinship with the Muses as the
+manifest offspring of Mnemosyne. If any modern language possesses a
+similar work, it has failed to inscribe itself on the roll of the
+world's literature. The difficulties of Drayton's unique undertaking
+were in a measure favourable to him. They compelled him to exert his
+fancy to the uttermost. The tremendous difficulty of making topography
+into poetry gave him unwonted energy. He never goes to sleep, as too
+often in the "Barons' Wars." The stiff practical obstacles attendant
+upon the poetical treatment of towns and rivers provoke even the
+dragging Alexandrine into animation; his stream is often all foam and
+eddy. The long sweeping line, of its wont so lumbering and tedious, is
+perfectly in place here. It rushes along like an impetuous torrent,
+bearing with it, indeed, no inconsiderable quantity of wood, hay, and
+stubble, but also precious pearls, and more than the dust of gold. Its
+"swelling and limitless billows" mate well with the amplitude of the
+subject, so varied and spacious that, as has been well said, the
+"Polyolbion" is not a poem to be read through, but to be read in.
+Nothing in our literature, perhaps, except the "Faery Queen," more
+perfectly satisfies Keats's desideratum: "Do not the lovers of poetry
+like to have a little region to wander in, where they may pick and
+choose, and in which the images are so numerous that many are forgotten
+and found new in a second reading: which may be food for a week's stroll
+in the summer? Do they not like this better than what they can read
+through before Mrs. Williams comes down stairs? a morning work at most?"
+
+The "Polyolbion" was completed by 1619, though the concluding part was
+not published until 1623. "The Battaile of Agincourt," the poem now
+reprinted, appeared with others in 1627. As none of the pieces comprised
+in it had appeared in the collected edition of Drayton's works (the
+"Polyolbion" excepted) which he had published in 1620, it is reasonable
+to conclude that they had been composed between that date and 1627. They
+prove that his powers were by no means abated. "Nimphidia," in
+particular, though lacking the exquisite sweetness of some of his lyric
+pastorals, and the deep emotion of passages in his "Heroicall Epistles,"
+excels all his other productions in airy fancy, and is perhaps the best
+known of any of his poems. Nor does the "Battaile" itself indicate any
+decay in poetical power, though we must agree with Mr. Bullen that it is
+in some parts fatiguing. This wearisomeness proceeds chiefly from
+Drayton's over-faithful adherence, not so much to the actual story, as
+to the method of the chronicler from whom his materials are principally
+drawn. It does not seem to have occurred to him to regard his theme in
+the light of potter's clay. Following his authority with servile
+deference, he makes at the beginning a slip which lowers the dignity of
+his hero, and consequently of his epic. He represents Henry the Fifth's
+expedition against France as originally prompted, not by the restless
+enterprise and fiery valour of the young king, much less by supernatural
+inspiration as the working out of a divine purpose, but by the craft of
+the clergy seeking to divert him from too nice inquiry into the source
+and application of their revenues. Henry, therefore, without, as modern
+investigators think, even sufficient historical authority, but in any
+case without poetical justification, appears at the very beginning of
+the poem that celebrates his exploits in the light of a dupe.
+Shakespeare avoids this awkwardness by boldly altering the date of
+Henry's embassy to France. His play opens, indeed, with the plots of the
+ecclesiastics to tempt the king into war, but it soon appears that the
+embassy claiming certain French dukedoms has been despatched before they
+had opened their lips, and that they are urging him to a course of
+action on which he is resolved already. Spenser or Dryden would have
+escaped from the difficulty in a manner more in accordance with epic
+precedent by representing Henry's action as the effect of a divine
+vision. Edward the Third or the Black Prince would have risen from the
+grave to urge him to renew and complete their interrupted and now almost
+undone work; or the ghosts of chiefs untimely slain would have
+reproached him with their abandoned conquests and neglected graves.
+Drayton has merely taken the story as he found it, without a thought of
+submitting its dross to the alchemy of the re-creative imagination of
+the poet. The same lack of selection is observable in his description of
+the battle itself. He minutely describes a series of episodes, in
+themselves often highly picturesque, but we are no better able to view
+the conflict as a whole than if we ourselves had fought in the ranks. As
+in painting, so in poetry, a true impression is not to be conveyed by
+microscopic accuracy in minutiae, but by a vigorous grasp of the entire
+subject.
+
+Notwithstanding these defects, which one might have thought would have
+been avoided even by a poet endowed with less of the bright and
+sprightly invention which Drayton manifests in so many of his pieces,
+"The Battaile of Agincourt" is a fine poem, and well deserving the
+honour of reprint. It is above all things patriotic, pervaded throughout
+by a manly and honourable preference for England and all things English,
+yet devoid of bitterness towards the enemy, whose valour is frankly
+acknowledged, and whose overweening pride, the cause of their disasters,
+is never made the object of ill-natured sarcasm. It may almost be said
+that if Drayton had been in some respects a worse man, he might on this
+occasion have been a better poet. He is so sedulously regardful of the
+truth of history, or what he takes to be such, that he neglects the
+poet's prerogative of making history, and rises and falls with his model
+like a moored vessel pitching in a flowing tide. When his historical
+authority inspires, Drayton is inspired accordingly; when it is
+dignified, so is he; with it he soars and sings, with it he also sinks
+and creeps. Happily the subject is usually picturesque, and old
+Holinshed at his worst was no contemptible writer. Drayton's heart too
+was in his work, as he had proved long before by the noble ballad on
+King Harry reprinted in this volume. If he has not shown himself an
+artist in the selection and arrangement of his topics, he deserves the
+name from another point of view by the excellent metrical structure of
+his octaves, and the easy fluency of his narrative. One annoying defect,
+the frequent occurrence of flat single lines not far remote from bathos,
+must be attributed to the low standard of the most refined poetry in an
+age when "the judges and police of literature" had hardly begun either
+to make laws or to enforce them. It is a fault which he shared with most
+others, and of which he has himself given more offensive instances. It
+is still more conspicuous in the most generally acceptable of his poems,
+the "Nimphidia." The pity is not so much the occasional occurrence of
+such lapses in "The Battaile of Agincourt," as the want of those
+delightful touches in the other delightful poems which give more
+pleasure the more evidently they are embellishments rather springing out
+of the author's fancy than naturally prompted by his subject. Such are
+the lines, as inappropriate in the mouth of the speaker as genuine from
+the heart of the writer, near the beginning of Queen Margaret's epistle
+to the Duke of Suffolk ("England's Heroicall Epistles"):
+
+  "The little bird yet to salute the morn
+  Upon the naked branches sets her foot,
+  The leaves then lying on the mossy root,
+  And there a silly chirruping doth keep,
+  As if she fain would sing, yet fain would weep;
+  Praising fair summer that too soon is gone,
+  Or sad for winter too soon coming on."
+
+On a more exact comparison of Drayton with Holinshed we find him
+omitting some circumstances which he might have been expected to have
+retained, and adding others with good judgment and in general with good
+effect, but which by some fatality usually tend in his hands to
+excessive prolixity. This is certainly not the case with his dignified
+and spirited exordium, but in the fourth stanza he begins to copy
+history, and his muse's wing immediately flags. No more striking example
+of the superiority of dramatic to narrative poetry in vividness of
+delineation could be found than the contrast between Shakespeare's scene
+representing the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Ely in
+actual conversation, and Drayton's tame exposition of the outcome of
+their deliberations. In his report of the session of Parliament where
+the French war is discussed he closely follows Holinshed, so closely as
+to omit Shakespeare's masterly embellishment of Henry's solemn appeal to
+the Archbishop to pronounce on the justice of his cause as in the sight
+of God. Drayton must assuredly have perceived how greatly such an appeal
+tended to exalt his hero's character, and what an opening it afforded
+for impressive rhetoric. Nor could the incident have escaped his notice,
+for there is abundant internal evidence of his acquaintance with
+Shakespeare's drama in the closet as well as on the stage. It can only
+be concluded that he did not choose to be indebted to Shakespeare, or
+despaired of rivalling him. His notice of his great contemporary in the
+"Epistle to Reynolds" is surprisingly cold; but the legend, however
+unauthentic, of Shakespeare's death from a fever contracted at a
+merry-making in Drayton's company, seems incompatible with any serious
+estrangement, and Shakespeare's son-in-law was Drayton's physician when
+the latter revisited his native Warwickshire. The same jealousy of
+obligation must have influenced his treatment of the incident of the
+Dauphin's derisive present of tennis balls, which both Shakespeare and
+he have adopted from Holinshed or his authorities, but of which the
+former has made everything and the latter nothing. Nor can the omission
+of the highly dramatic incident of the conspiracy of Scroop and
+Cambridge, found in Holinshed, be otherwise well accounted for. In
+compensation, Drayton introduces two episodes entirely his own, the
+catalogue of Henry's ships, and that of the armorial ensigns of the
+British counties. Ben Jonson may be suspected of a sneer when he
+congratulates Drayton on thus outdoing Homer, as he had previously
+outdone, or at least rivalled, Virgil, Theocritus, Ovid, Orpheus, and
+Lucan. Ben might have said with perfect sincerity that Drayton's
+descriptions are fine pieces of work, showing great command of language,
+and only open to criticism from some want of proportion between them and
+the poem of which they are but subordinate episodes. This censure would
+have been by no means just if the whole piece had been executed on the
+scale of the description of the siege of Harfleur. It is difficult to
+imagine what could have tempted Drayton to spend so much time upon an
+episode treated by Holinshed with comparative brevity. Some of the
+stanzas are exceedingly spirited, but as a whole the description
+certainly fatigues. If the same is to some extent the case with the
+description of the Battle of Agincourt itself, the cause is not so much
+prolixity as the multitude of separate episodes, not always derived from
+the chroniclers, and the consequent want of unity which has been already
+adverted to. The result is probably more true to the actual impression
+of a battle than if Drayton had surveyed the field with the eye of a
+tactician, but here as elsewhere the poet should rather aim at an
+exalted and in some measure idealized representation of the object or
+circumstance described than at a faithful reproduction of minor details.
+Even the Battle of the Frogs and Mice in Homer is an orderly whole;
+while Drayton's battle seems always ending and always beginning anew,
+a Sisyphian epic. What, however, really kindles and vivifies the unequal
+composition into one glowing mass is the noble spirit of enthusiastic
+patriotism which pervades the poet's mind, and, like sunlight in a
+mountainous tract, illuminates his heights, veils his depressions, and
+steeps the whole in glory.
+
+Of the literary history of "The Battaile of Agincourt" there is little
+to be said. It was first published in 1627, along with "Nimphidia," "The
+Shepheard's Sirena," and others of Drayton's best pieces. It was
+accompanied by three copies of congratulatory verse, reprinted here, the
+most remarkable of which is that proceeding from the pen of Ben Jonson,
+who admits that some had accounted him no friend to Drayton, and whose
+encomiums are to our apprehension largely flavoured with irony. Drayton,
+in his "Epistle to Reynolds," which Jonson must have seen, had compared
+him to Seneca and Plautus,[*] and Jonson seems to burlesque the
+compliment by comparing Drayton himself to every poet whom he had ever
+imitated, until his single person seems an epitome of all Parnassus. The
+poem and its companions had another edition in 1631, since which time it
+has been included in every edition of Drayton's works, but has never
+till now been published by itself. Even here it is graced with a
+satellite, the splendid Ballad of Agincourt ("To my Frinds the
+Camber-Britans and theyr Harp"), originally published in "Poemes lyric
+and pastoral," probably about 1605. This stirring strain, always
+admired, has attracted additional notice in the present day as the
+metrical prototype of Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade," which,
+in our estimation, fails to rival its model. The lapses of both poets
+may well be excused on the ground of the difficulty of the metre, but
+Drayton has the additional apology of the "brave neglect" which so
+correct a writer as Pope accounted a virtue in Homer, but which Tennyson
+never had the nerve to permit himself.
+
+    [Footnote: Pope's celebrated verse,--
+      "Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,"--
+    is "conveyed" from this passage of Drayton.]
+
+Comparisons between modern and ancient poets must necessarily be very
+imperfect; yet our Drayton might not inaptly be termed the English
+Theocritus. If not so distinctly superior to every other English
+pastoral poet as Theocritus was to every other Greek, he yet stands in
+the front rank. He is utterly free from affectation, the great vice of
+pastoral poetry; his love of the country is sincere; his perception of
+natural phenomena exquisite; his shepherds and shepherdesses real swains
+and lasses; he has happily varied the conventional form of the pastoral
+by a felicitous lyrical treatment. Paradoxical as it may appear, Drayton
+was partly enabled to approach Theocritus so nearly by knowing him so
+imperfectly. Had he been acquainted with him otherwise than through
+Virgil, he would probably have been unable to refrain from direct
+imitation; but as matters stand, instead of a poet striving to write as
+Theocritus wrote in Greek, we have one actually writing as Theocritus
+would have written in English. But the most remarkable point of contact
+between Drayton and Theocritus is that both are epical as well as
+pastoral poets. Two of the Idylls of Theocritus are believed to be
+fragments of an epic on the exploits of Hercules; and in the enumeration
+of his lost works, amid others of the same description, mention is made
+of the "Heroines," a curious counterpart of Drayton's "Heroicall
+Epistles." Had these works survived, we might not improbably have found
+Drayton surpassing his prototype in epic as much as he falls below him
+in pastoral; for the more exquisite art of the Sicilian could hardly
+have made amends for the lack of that national pride and enthusiastic
+patriotism which had died out of his age, but which ennobled the
+strength and upbore the weakness of the author of "The Battaile of
+Agincourt."
+
+    RICHARD GARNETT.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration:
+
+  EFFIGIES MICHAELIS DRAYTON ARMIGERI, POETAE CLARISS.
+  AETAT. SVAE L. A. CHR. [M].DC.XIII
+
+    _Lux Hareshulla tibi Warwici villa, tenebris,
+        Ante tuas Cunas, obsita Prima fuit.
+    Arma, Viros, Veneres, Patriam modulamine dixti:
+        Te Patriae resonant Arma, Viri, Veneres._]
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  BATTAILE
+  OF
+  AGINCOVRT.
+
+  FOVGHT BY HENRY THE
+    fift of that name, King of _England_,
+    against the whole power of the _French_:
+    vnder the Raigne of their CHARLES
+    the sixt, _Anno Dom._ 1415.
+
+  The Miseries of Queene MARGARITE,
+    the infortunate VVife, of that most
+    infortunate King Henry the sixt.
+
+  NIMPHIDIA, the Court of _Fayrie_.
+
+  The Quest of CINTHIA.
+
+  The Shepheards SIRENA.
+
+  The _Moone-Calfe_.
+
+  Elegies vpon sundry occasions.
+
+
+  _By MICHAELL DRAYTON
+  Esquire_.
+
+
+  _LONDON_,
+
+  Printed for WILLIAM LEE, at the Turkes Head
+  in Fleete-Streete, next to the Miter and Phaenix.
+  1627.
+
+
+[_The preceding page is a reduced reproduction of the title-page of the
+first edition, which contains, as will be seen, several poems besides
+"The Battaile of Agincourt" which are not included in the present
+reprint._]
+
+
+
+
+_To you those Noblest of Gentlemen, of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great
+Britaine: who in these declining times, haue yet in your braue bosomes
+the sparkes of that sprightly fire, of your couragious Ancestors; and to
+this houre retaine the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse, who
+out of the vertue of your mindes, loue and cherish neglected Poesie, the
+delight of Blessed soules, and the language of Angels. To you are these
+my Poems dedicated,_
+
+_By your truly affectioned Seruant,_
+
+  MICHAELL DRAYTON.
+
+
+
+
+  VPON
+  THE BATTAILE
+  OF AGINCOVRT, WRITTEN
+  BY HIS DEARE FRIEND
+  MICHAEL DRAYTON
+  ESQVIRE.
+
+
+  Had Henryes name beene onely met in Prose,
+  Recorded by the humble wit of those,
+  Who write of lesse then Kings: who victory,
+  As calmely mention, as a Pedigree,
+  The French, alike with vs, might view his name
+  His actions too, and not confesse a shame:
+  Nay, grow at length, so boldly troublesome,
+  As, to dispute if they were ouercome.
+  But thou hast wakte their feares: thy fiercer hand
+  Hath made their shame as lasting, as their land.
+  By thee againe they are compeld to knowe
+  How much of Fate is in an English foe.
+  They bleede afresh by thee, and thinke the harme
+  Such; they could rather wish, t'were Henryes arme:
+  Who thankes thy painfull quill; and holds it more
+  To be thy Subiect now, then King before.
+  By thee he conquers yet; when eu'ry word
+  Yeelds him a fuller honour, then his sword.
+  Strengthens his action against time: by thee,
+  Hee victory, and France, doth hold in fee.
+  So well obseru'd he is, that eu'ry thing
+  Speakes him not onely English, but a King.
+  And France, in this, may boast her fortunate
+  That shee was worthy of so braue a hate.
+  Her suffring is her gayne. How well we see
+  The Battaile labour'd worthy him, and thee,
+  Where, wee may Death discouer with delight,
+  And entertaine a pleasure from a fight.
+  Where wee may see how well it doth become
+  The brau'ry of a Prince to ouercome.
+  What Power is a Poet: that can add
+  A life to Kings, more glorious, then they had.
+    For what of Henry, is vnsung by thee,
+    Henry doth want of his Eternity.
+
+    I. VAVGHAN.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. MICHAELL DRAYTON VPON THESE HIS POEMS.
+
+
+  SONNET.
+
+  What lofty Trophyes of eternall Fame,
+    England may vaunt thou do'st erect to her,
+  Yet forced to confesse, (yea blush for shame,)
+    That she no Honour doth on thee confer.
+  How it would become her, would she learne to knowe
+    Once to requite thy Heauen-borne Art and Zeale,
+  Or at the least her selfe but thankfull showe
+    Her ancient Glories that do'st still reueale:
+  Sing thou of Loue, thy straines (like powerfull Charmes)
+    Enrage the bosome with an amorous fire,
+  And when againe thou lik'st to sing of Armes
+    The Coward thou with Courage do'st inspire:
+  But when thou com'st to touch our Sinfull Times,
+  Then Heauen far more then Earth speakes in thy Rimes.
+
+    IOHN REYNOLDS.
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION OF BEN. IONSON, ON THE MVSES OF HIS FRIEND M. DRAYTON.
+
+
+  It hath beene question'd, Michael, if I bee
+  A Friend at all; or, if at all, to thee:
+  Because, who make the question, haue not seene
+  Those ambling visits, passe in verse, betweene
+  Thy Muse, and mine, as they expect. 'Tis true:
+  You haue not writ to me, nor I to you;
+  And, though I now begin, 'tis not to rub
+  Hanch against Hanch, or raise a riming Club
+  About the towne: this reck'ning I will pay,
+  Without conferring symboles. This 's my day.
+    It was no Dreame! I was awake, and saw!
+  Lend me thy voyce, O Fame, that I may draw
+  Wonder to truth! and haue my Vision hoorld,
+  Hot from thy trumpet, round, about the world.
+    I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise,
+  That all Earth look'd on; and that earth, all Eyes!
+  It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun
+  Is fayre got vp, and day some houres begun!
+  And fill'd an Orbe as circular, as heauen!
+  The Orbe was cut forth into Regions seauen.
+  And those so sweet, and well proportion'd parts,
+  As it had beene the circle of the Arts!
+  When, by thy bright Ideas standing by,
+  I found it pure, and perfect Poesy,
+  There read I, streight, thy learned Legends three,
+  Heard the soft ayres, between our Swaynes & thee,
+  Which made me thinke, the old Theocritus,
+  Or Rurall Virgil come, to pipe to vs!
+  But then, thy'epistolar Heroick Songs,
+  Their loues, their quarrels, iealousies, and wrongs
+  Did all so strike me, as I cry'd, who can
+  With vs be call'd, the Naso, but this man?
+  And looking vp, I saw Mineruas fowle,
+  Pearch'd ouer head, the wise Athenian Owle:
+  I thought thee then our Orpheus, that wouldst try
+  Like him, to make the ayre, one volary:
+  And I had stil'd thee, Orpheus, but before
+  My lippes could forme the voyce, I heard that Rore,
+  And Rouze, the Marching of a mighty force,
+  Drums against Drums, the neighing of the Horse,
+  The Fights, the Cryes, and wondring at the Iarres
+  I saw, and read, it was thy Barons Warres!
+  O, how in those, dost thou instruct these times,
+  That Rebells actions, are but valiant crimes!
+  And caried, though with shoute, and noyse, confesse
+  A wild, and an authoriz'd wickednesse!
+  Sayst thou so, Lucan? But thou scornst to stay
+  Vnder one title. Thou hast made thy way
+  And flight about the Ile, well neare, by this,
+  In thy admired Periegesis,
+  Or vniuersall circumduction
+  Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon.
+  That reade it? that are rauish'd! such was I
+  With euery song, I sweare, and so would dye:
+  But that I heare, againe, thy Drum to beate
+  A better cause, and strike the brauest heate
+  That euer yet did fire the English blood!
+  Our right in France! if ritely vnderstood.
+  There, thou art Homer! Pray thee vse the stile
+  Thou hast deseru'd: And let me reade the while
+  Thy Catalogue of Ships, exceeding his,
+  Thy list of aydes, and force, for so it is:
+  The Poets act! and for his Country's sake
+  Braue are the Musters, that the Muse will make.
+  And when he ships them where to vse their Armes,
+  How do his trumpets breath! What loud alarmes!
+  Looke, how we read the Spartans were inflam'd
+  With bold Tyrtaeus verse, when thou art nam'd,
+  So shall our English Youth vrge on, and cry
+  An Agincourt, an Agincourt, or dye.
+  This booke! it is a Catechisme to fight,
+  And will be bought of euery Lord, and Knight,
+  That can but reade; who cannot, may in prose
+  Get broken peeces, and fight well by those.
+  The miseries of Margaret the Queene
+  Of tender eyes will more be wept, then seene:
+  I feele it by mine owne, that ouer flow,
+  And stop my sight, in euery line I goe.
+  But then refreshed, with thy Fayerie Court,
+  I looke on Cynthia, and Sirenas sport,
+  As, on two flowry Carpets, that did rise,
+  And with their grassie greene restor'd mine eyes.
+  Yet giue mee leaue, to wonder at the birth
+  Of thy strange Moon-Calfe, both thy straine of mirth,
+  And Gossip-got acquaintance, as, to vs
+  Thou hadst brought Lapland, or old Cobalus,
+  Empusa, Lamia, or some Monster, more
+  Then Affricke knew, or the full Grecian shore!
+  I gratulate it to thee, and thy Ends,
+  To all thy vertuous, and well chosen Friends,
+  Onely my losse is, that I am not there:
+  And, till I worthy am to wish I were,
+  I call the world, that enuies mee, to see
+  If I can be a Friend, and Friend to thee.
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT.
+
+
+[Stanza 1: _The law Salique was, that women should not inherite; which
+law, Edward the third, by his right to the Crowne by his mother,
+cancelled with his sword: for so much as at that time made way to his
+clayme, though in France that law bee inuiolable._]
+
+  Ceas'd was the Thunder, of those Drummes which wak'd
+  Th'affrighted French their miseries to view,
+  At Edwards name, which to that houre still quak'd,
+  Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw,
+  Yet were the English courages not slak'd,
+  But the same Bowes, and the same Blades they drew,
+    With the same Armes, those weapons to aduance,
+    Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France.
+
+[Stanza 2: _Henry the 4. so named of a Town in Lincolne Shiere, where he
+was borne._]
+
+  Henry the fift, that man made out of fire,
+  Th'Imperiall Wreath plac'd on his Princely browe;
+  His Lyons courage stands not to enquire
+  Which way olde Henry came by it; or howe
+  At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire:
+  What's that to him? He hath the Garland now;
+    Let Bullingbrook beware how he it wan,
+    For Munmouth meanes to keepe it, if he can.
+
+[Stanza 3: _Henry the fift borne at Munmouth in Wales. Dowglas in that
+battaile slew three in the Kings coat Armour._]
+
+  That glorious day, which his great Father got,
+  Vpon the Percyes; calling to their ayde
+  The valiant Dowglass, that Herculian Scot,
+  When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde,
+  Had quite dishartned eu'ry other plot,
+  And all those Tempests quietly had layde,
+    That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare,
+    No former King had seene a skye so cleere.
+
+[Stanza 4: _Wickliffe a learned Diuine, and the greatest Protestant of
+those times._]
+
+  Yet the rich Clergy felt a fearefull Rent,
+  In the full Bosome of their Church (whilst she
+  A Monarchesse, immeasurably spent,
+  Lesse then she was, and thought she might not be:)
+  By Wickclif and his followers; to preuent
+  The growth of whose opinions, and to free
+    That foule Aspersion, which on her they layde,
+    She her strongst witts must stirre vp to her ayde.
+
+[Stanza 5: _A Parliament at Leicester._]
+
+  When presently a Parliament is calld
+  To sett things steddy, that stood not so right,
+  But that thereby the poore might be inthral'd,
+  Should they be vrged by those that were of might,
+  That in his Empire, equitie enstauld,
+  It should continue in that perfect plight;
+    Wherefore to Lester, he th'Assembly drawes,
+    There to Inact those necessary Lawes.
+
+[Stanza 6]
+
+  In which one Bill (mongst many) there was red,
+  Against the generall, and superfluous waste
+  Of temporall Lands, (the Laity that had fed)
+  Vpon the Houses of Religion caste,
+  Which for defence might stand the Realme in sted,
+  Where it most needed were it rightly plac't;
+    Which made those Church-men generally to feare,
+    For all this calme, some tempest might be neare.
+
+[Stanza 7]
+
+  And being right skilfull, quickly they forsawe,
+  No shallow braines this bus'nesse went about:
+  Therefore with cunning they must cure this flawe;
+  For of the King they greatly stood in doubt,
+  Lest him to them, their opposites should drawe,
+  Some thing must be thrust in, to thrust that out:
+    And to this end they wisely must prouide
+    One, this great Engine, Clearkly that could guide.
+
+[Stanza 8: _Henry Chichley succeeding Arundell (late deceased) in that
+See._]
+
+  Chichley, that sate on Canterburies See,
+  A man well spoken, grauely stout, and wise,
+  The most select, (then thought of that could be,)
+  To act what all the Prelacie diuise;
+  (For well they knew, that in this bus'nesse, he
+  Would to the vtmost straine his faculties;)
+    Him lift they vp, with their maine strength, to proue
+    By some cleane slight this Lybell to remoue.
+
+[Stanza 9: _So they termed it as not worthy of a better tytle._]
+
+  His braine in labour, gladly foorth would bring
+  Somewhat, that at this needfull time might fit,
+  The sprightly humor of this youthfull King,
+  If his inuention could but light of it;
+  His working soule proiecteth many a thing,
+  Vntill at length out of the strength of wit,
+    He found a warre with France, must be the way
+    To dash this Bill, else threatning their decay.
+
+[Stanza 10]
+
+  Whilst vacant mindes sate in their breasts at ease,
+  And the remembrance of their Conquests past,
+  Vpon their fansies doth so strongly sease,
+  As in their teeth, their Cowardise it cast
+  Rehearsing to them those victorious daies,
+  The deeds of which, beyond their names should last,
+    That after ages, reading what was theirs,
+    Shall hardly thinke, those men had any Heires.
+
+[Stanza 11]
+
+  And to this point, premeditating well,
+  A speech, (which chanc'd, the very pinne to cleaue)
+  Aym'd, whatsoeuer the successe befell
+  That it no roomth should for a second leaue,
+  More of this Title then in hand to tell,
+  If so his skill him did not much deceaue,
+    And gainst the King in publike should appeare;
+    Thus frames his speech to the Assembly there.
+
+[Stanza 12: _The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration, to the King &
+Parliament at Lecester, in the Eleuen following Stanzas._]
+
+  Pardon my boldnesse, my Liedge Soueraine Lord,
+  Nor your Dread presence let my speech offend,
+  Your milde attention, fauourably affoord,
+  Which, such cleere vigour to my spirit shall lend,
+  That it shall set an edge vpon your Sword,
+  To my demand, and make you to attend,
+    Asking you, why, men train'd to Armes you keepe,
+    Your right in France yet suffering still to sleepe.
+
+[Stanza 13]
+
+  Can such a Prince be in an Iland pent,
+  And poorely thus shutt vp within a Sea.
+  When as your right includes that large extent,
+  To th'either Alpes your Empire forth to lay,
+  Can he be English borne, and is not bent
+  To follow you, appoint you but the way,
+    Weele wade if we want ships, the waues or climme,
+    In one hand hold our swords, with th'other swim.
+
+[Stanza 14: _The Crowne of France descended vpon Edward the third, from
+Isabell his Mother, Daughter and suruiuing heyre, to King Philippe of
+France named the fayre._]
+
+  What time controules, your braue great Grandsires claim,
+  To th'Realme of France, from Philip nam'd the faire,
+  Which to King Edward by his mother came,
+  Queene Isabel; that Philips onely heire,
+  Which this short intermission doth not maime,
+  But if it did, as he, so yours repaire;
+    That where his Right in bloud preuailed not,
+    In spight of hell, yet by his Sword he got.
+
+[Stanza 15]
+
+  What set that Conqueror, by their Salique Lawes,
+  Those poore decrees their Parliaments could make,
+  He entred on the iustnesse of his Cause,
+  To make good, what he dar'd to vndertake,
+  And once in Action, he stood not to pause,
+  But in vpon them like a Tempest brake,
+    And downe their buildings with such fury bare,
+    That they from mists dissolued were to ayre.
+
+[Stanza 16]
+
+  As those braue Edwards, Father, and the Sonne,
+  At Conquer'd Cressy, with successefull lucke,
+  Where first all France (as at one game) they wonne,
+  Neuer two Warriours, such a Battaile strucke,
+  That when the bloudy dismall fight was done,
+  Here in one heape, there in another Rucke
+    Princes and Peasants lay together mixt,
+    The English Swords, no difference knew betwixt.
+
+[Stanza 17: _Iames, Daulphine of Viennoies. The Dukes of Lorraine, and
+Burbon. The Earles of Aumerle, Sauoye, Mountbilliard, Flaunders, Neuers
+& Harecourt._]
+
+  There Lewes King of Beame was ouerthrowne
+  With valient Charles, of France the younger Brother,
+  A Daulphine, and two Dukes, in pieces hewen;
+  To them six Earles lay slaine by one another;
+  There the grand Prior of France, fetcht his last groane,
+  Two Archbishops the boystrous Croud doth smother,
+    There fifteene thousand of their Gentrie dy'de
+    With each two Souldiers, slaughtered by his side.
+
+[Stanza 18: _King Iohn of France and Philip his Son taken by the Black
+Prince at the Battaile of Poyteers, brought Prisoners to England._]
+
+[_Iohn of Cleumount._]
+
+[_Peter of Burbon._]
+
+  Nor the Blacke Prince, at Poyteers battaile fought;
+  Short of his Father, and himselfe before,
+  Her King and Prince, that prisoners hither brought
+  From forty thousand weltring in their gore,
+  That in the Worlds opinion it was thought,
+  France from that instant could subsist no more,
+    The Marshall, and the Constable, there slaine
+    Vnder the Standard, in that Battaile ta'ne.
+
+[Stanza 19: _Examples of such as haue aduanced theselues to the Crowne
+of France against the strict letter of the lawe Salique, in the two
+following Stanzas._]
+
+  Nor is this clayme for women to succeede,
+  (Gainst which they would your right to France debarre)
+  A thing so new, that it so much should neede
+  Such opposition, as though fetcht from farre,
+  By Pepin this is prou'd, as by a deede,
+  Deposing Cheldrick, by a fatall warre,
+    By Blythild dar'd his title to aduance,
+    Daughter to Clothar, first so nam'd of France.
+
+[Stanza 20]
+
+  Hugh Capet, who from Charles of Lorayne tooke
+  The Crowne of France, that he in peace might raigne,
+  As heire to Lingard to her title stooke,
+  Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine,
+  So holy Lewes poring on his booke,
+  Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe,
+    From Ermingard his Grandame, claim'd the Crowne,
+    Duke Charles his daughter, wrongfully put downe.
+
+[Stanza 21]
+
+  Nor thinke my Leege a fitter time then this,
+  You could haue found your Title to aduance,
+  At the full height when now the faction is,
+  T'wixt Burgoyne, and the house of Orleance,
+  Your purpose you not possibly can misse,
+  It for my Lord so luckily doth chance,
+    That whilst these two in opposition stand,
+    You may haue time, your Army there to land.
+
+[Stanza 22]
+
+  And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse,
+  My visuall sence, me thinkes in euery eye
+  I see such cheere, as of our good successe
+  In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;
+  Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse
+  Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply
+    My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,
+    Who humbly here submit to your assent.
+
+[Stanza 23]
+
+  This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou'd,
+  Then e'r our Fathers got, which rais'd vs hier,
+  The Clergies feare that quietly remou'd,
+  And into France transferd our Hostile fier,
+  It made the English through the world belou'd,
+  That durst to those so mighty things aspire,
+    And gaue so cleere a luster to our fame,
+    That neighbouring Nations trembled at our name.
+
+[Stanza 24]
+
+  When through the house, this rumor scarcely ran,
+  That warre with France propounded was againe,
+  In all th'Assembly there was not a man,
+  But put the proiect on with might and maine,
+  So great applause it generally wan,
+  That else no bus'nesse they would entertaine,
+    As though their honour vtterly were lost,
+    If this designe should any way be crost.
+
+[Stanza 25]
+
+  So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set
+  That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,
+  What might fall out this enterprize to let,
+  As what againe might giue it wings of hast,
+  And for they knew, the French did still abet
+  The Scot against vs, (which we vsde to tast)
+    It question'd was if it were fit or no,
+    To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.
+
+[Stanza 26: _Ralph Neuill then Warden of the Marches betwixt England and
+Scotland._]
+
+[_An old adage, He that will France winne: must with Scotland first
+beginne._]
+
+  Which Ralph then Earle of Westmorland propos'd,
+  Quoth he, with Scotland let vs first begin,
+  By which we are vpon the North inclos'd,
+  And lockt with vs, one Continent within,
+  Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos'd,
+  And with more ease, yee spatious France may winne,
+    Else of our selues, ere we our Ships can cleere,
+    To land in France; they will inuade vs here.
+
+[Stanza 27: _The Duke of Excester the Kings own vnckle._]
+
+  Not so braue Neuill, Excester replies,
+  For that of one two labours were to make,
+  For Scotland wholly vpon France relies;
+  First, Conquer France, and Scotland yee may take,
+  Tis the French pay, the Scot to them that tyes,
+  That stopt, asunder quickly yee shall shake
+    The French and Scots; to France then first say I,
+    First, first, to France, then all the Commons cry.
+
+[Stanza 28: _The first breach with France._]
+
+  And instantly an Embassy is sent,
+  To Charles of France, to will him to restore
+  Those Territories, of whose large extent,
+  The English Kings were owners of before;
+  Which if he did not, and incontinent,
+  The King would set those English on his Shore,
+    That in despight of him, and all his might,
+    Should leaue their liues there, or redeeme his right.
+
+[Stanza 29: _The Countries demanded by the King of England._]
+
+  First Normandy, in his demand he makes,
+  With Aquitane, a Dutchy no lesse great,
+  Aniou, and Mayne, with Gascoyne which he takes
+  Cleerely his owne, as any English seat;
+  With these proud France, he first of all awakes,
+  For their deliuery, giuing power to treat;
+    For well he knew, if Charles should these restore,
+    No King of France was euer left so poore.
+
+[Stanza 30: _The King and Daulphine of France, deriding the King of
+England._]
+
+  The King, and Daulphin, to his proud demand,
+  That he might see they no such matter ment,
+  As a thing fitter for his youthfull hand;
+  A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent,
+  Better himselfe to make him vnderstand,
+  Deriding his ridiculous intent:
+    And that was all the answere he could get,
+    Which more, the King doth to this Conquest whet.
+
+[Stanza 31: _Henry the fift answered for the Tennis Balls._]
+
+[_The language of Tennis._]
+
+  That answering the Ambassadour, quoth he,
+  Thanks for my Balls, to Charles your Soueraigne giue,
+  And thus assure him, and his sonne from me,
+  I'le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue,
+  That they such Racket shall in Paris see,
+  When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,
+    As that before the Set be fully done,
+    France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.
+
+[Stanza 32]
+
+  So little doth luxurious France fore-see
+  By her disdaine, what shee vpon her drew:
+  In her most brauery seeming then to be,
+  The punishment that shortly should ensue,
+  Which so incenst the English King, that he
+  For full reuenge into that fury grew:
+    That those three horrors, Famine, Sword, and Fire,
+    Could not suffice to satisfie his ire.
+
+[Stanza 33]
+
+  In all mens mouthes now was no word but warre,
+  As though no thing had any other name;
+  And folke would aske of them ariu'd from farre,
+  What forces were preparing whence they came?
+  'Gainst any bus'nesse 'twas a lawfull barre
+  To say for France they were; and 'twas a shame
+    For any man to take in hand to doe
+    Ought, but some thing that did belong thereto.
+
+[Stanza 34: _Blades accounted of the best temper._]
+
+  Olde Armours are drest vp, and new are made;
+  Iacks are in working, and strong shirts of Male,
+  He scowers an olde Fox, he a Bilbowe blade,
+  Now Shields and Targets onely are for sale;
+  Who works for warre, now thriueth by his Trade,
+  The browne Bill, and the Battell-Axe preuaile:
+    The curious Fletcher fits his well-strung Bowe,
+    And his barb'd Arrow which he sets to showe.
+
+[Stanza 35]
+
+  Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,
+  (E'r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)
+  Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,
+  With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,
+  Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht
+  To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:
+    His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,
+    And bids them worke that will, to France hee'll goe.
+
+[Stanza 36: _Armed at all points._]
+
+[_Armings for the thigh and legge._]
+
+[_Armings for the arme and shoulder._]
+
+  Rich Saddles for the Light-horse and the Bard
+  For to be brau'st there's not a man but plyes,
+  Plumes, Bandroules, and Caparizons prepar'd;
+  Whether of two, and men at Armes diuise
+  The Greaues, or Guyses were the surer guard,
+  The Vambrasse, or the Pouldron, they should prize;
+    And where a stand of Pykes plac't close, or large,
+    Which way to take aduantage in the Charge.
+
+[Stanza 37]
+
+  One traynes his Horse, another trayles his Pyke,
+  He with his Pole-Axe, practiseth the fight,
+  The Bowe-man (which no Country hath the like)
+  With his sheafe Arrow, proueth by his might,
+  How many score off, he his Foe can strike,
+  Yet not to draw aboue his bosomes hight:
+    The Trumpets sound the Charge and the Retreat,
+    The bellowing Drumme, the Martch againe doth beat.
+
+[Stanza 38: _Great Ordnance then but newly in vse._]
+
+  Cannons vpon their Caridge mounted are,
+  Whose Battery France must feele vpon her Walls,
+  The Engineer prouiding the Petar,
+  To breake the strong Percullice, and the Balls,
+  Of Wild-fire deuis'd to throw from farre,
+  To burne to ground their Pallaces and Halls:
+    Some studying are, the scale which they had got,
+    Thereby to take the Leuell of their Shot.
+
+[Stanza 39]
+
+  The man in yeares preacht to his youthfull sonne
+  Prest to this Warre, as they sate by the fire,
+  What deedes in France were by his Father done,
+  To this attempt to worke him to aspire,
+  And told him, there how he an Ensigne wonne,
+  Which many a yeare was hung vp in the Quire:
+    And in the Battell, where he made his way,
+    How many French men he struck downe that day.
+
+[Stanza 40]
+
+  The good old man, with teares of ioy would tell,
+  In Cressy field what prizes Edward play'd,
+  As what at Poycteers the Black Prince befell,
+  How like a Lyon, he about him layd:
+  In deedes of Armes how Awdley did excell,
+  For their olde sinnes, how they the French men payd:
+    How brauely Basset did behaue him there:
+    How Oxford charg'd the Van, Warwick the Reare.
+
+[Stanza 41]
+
+  And Boy, quoth he, I haue heard thy Grandsire say,
+  That once he did an English Archer see,
+  Who shooting at a French twelue score away,
+  Quite through the body, stuck him to a Tree;
+  Vpon their strengths a King his Crowne might lay:
+  Such were the men of that braue age, quoth he,
+    When with his Axe he at his Foe let driue,
+    Murriain and scalpe downe to the teeth did riue.
+
+[Stanza 42]
+
+  The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his Mule,
+  With neighing Steeds the Streetes so pestred are;
+  For where he wont in Westminster to rule,
+  On his Tribunal sate the man of Warre,
+  The Lawyer to his Chamber doth recule,
+  For be hath now no bus'nesse at the Barre:
+    But to make Wills and Testaments for those
+    That were for France, their substance to dispose.
+
+[Stanza 43]
+
+  By this, the Counsell of this Warre had met,
+  And had at large of eu'ry thing discust;
+  And the graue Clergie had with them beene set:
+  To warrant what they vndertook was iust,
+  And as for monies that to be no let,
+  They bad the King for that to them to trust:
+    The Church to pawne, would see her Challice layde,
+    E'r shee would leaue one Pyoner vnpayde.
+
+[Stanza 44: _Halfe the circuit of the Island, from the Spanish to the
+German Ocean._]
+
+[_Edward the third._]
+
+  From Milford Hauen, to the mouth of Tweed,
+  Ships of all burthen to Southampton brought,
+  For there the King the Rendeuous decreed
+  To beare aboard his most victorious fraught:
+  The place from whence he with the greatest speed
+  Might land in France, (of any that was thought)
+    And with successe vpon that lucky shore,
+    Where his great Grandsire landed had before.
+
+[Stanza 45]
+
+  But, for he found those vessels were to fewe,
+  That into France his Army should conuay:
+  He sent to Belgia, whose great store he knewe,
+  Might now at neede supply him euery way.
+  His bounty ample, as the windes that blewe,
+  Such Barkes for Portage out of eu'ry bay
+    In Holland, Zealand, and in Flanders, brings;
+    As spred the wide sleeue with their canuase wings.
+
+[Stanza 46: _The Sea betwixt France and England so called._]
+
+[_A Catalogue of the Ships in 12 Stanzas._]
+
+  But first seauen Ships from Rochester are sent,
+  The narrow Seas, of all the French to sweepe:
+  All men of Warre with scripts of Mart that went,
+  And had command, the Coast of France to keepe:
+  The comming of a Nauie to preuent,
+  And view what strength, was in the Bay of Deepe:
+    And if they found it like to come abroad,
+    To doe their best to fire it in the Road.
+
+[Stanza 47: _The names of the Kings 7 Ships of War._]
+
+[_An Indian Bird so great, that she is able to carry an Elephant._]
+
+  The Bonauenture, George, and the Expence,
+  Three as tall Ships, as e'r did Cable tewe,
+  The Henry Royall, at her parting thence,
+  Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that flewe:
+  The Antilop, the Elephant, Defence,
+  Bottoms as good as euer spread a clue:
+    All hauing charge, their voyage hauing bin,
+    Before Southampton to take Souldiers in.
+
+[Stanza 48]
+
+  Twelue Merchants Ships, of mighty burthen all,
+  New off the Stocks, that had beene rig'd for Stoad,
+  Riding in Thames by Lymehouse and Blackwall
+  That ready were their Merchandize to load,
+  Straitly commanded by the Admirall,
+  At the same Port to settle their aboad:
+    And each of these a Pinnis at command,
+    To put her fraught conueniently to land.
+
+[Stanza 49]
+
+  Eight goodly Ships, so Bristow ready made,
+  Which to the King they bountifully lent,
+  With Spanish Wines which they for Ballast lade,
+  In happy speed of his braue Voyage ment,
+  Hoping his Conquest should enlarge their Trade,
+  And there-withall a rich and spacious Tent:
+    And as, this Fleet the Seuerne Seas doth stem,
+    Fiue more from Padstowe came along with them.
+
+[Stanza 50]
+
+  The Hare of Loo, a right good Ship well knowne,
+  The yeare before that twice the Strayts had past,
+  Two wealthy Spanish Merchants did her owne,
+  Who then but lately had repair'd her wast;
+  For from her Deck a Pyrate she had blowne,
+  After a long Fight, and him tooke at last:
+    And from Mounts Bay sixe more, that still in sight,
+    Wayted with her before the Ile of Wight.
+
+[Stanza 51: _The Bay of Portugall one of the highest working Seas that
+is known._]
+
+  From Plymmouth next came in the Blazing Starre,
+  And fiery Dragon to take in their fraught;
+  With other foure, especiall men of Warre,
+  That in the Bay of Portugall had fought;
+  And though returning from a Voyage farre,
+  Stem'd that rough Sea, when at the high'st it wrought:
+    With these, of Dertmouth seau'n good Ships there were,
+    The golden Cressant in their tops that beare.
+
+[Stanza 52]
+
+  So Lyme, three Ships into the Nauy sent,
+  Of which the Sampson scarse a mon'th before,
+  Had sprung a Planke, and her mayne Mast had spent,
+  With extreame perill that she got to shore;
+  With them fiue other out of Waymouth went,
+  Which by Southampton, were made vp a score:
+    With those that rode (at pleasure) in the Bay,
+    And that at Anchor before Portsmouth lay.
+
+[Stanza 53: _A Country lying upon the east Sea bordring upon Poland._]
+
+[_Famous for Herring fishing._]
+
+  Next these, Newcastle furnisheth the Fleet
+  With nine good Hoyes of necessary vse;
+  The Danish Pyrats, valiantly that beet,
+  Offring to Sack them as they sayl'd for Sluce:
+  Six Hulks from Hull at Humbers mouth them meet,
+  Which had them oft accompanied to Pruce.
+    Fiue more from Yarmouth falling them among,
+    That had for Fishing beene prepared long.
+
+[Stanza 54]
+
+  The Cowe of Harwich, neuer put to flight,
+  For Hides, and Furres, late to Muscouia bound,
+  Of the same Port, another nam'd the Spight,
+  That in her comming lately through the Sound,
+  After a two-dayes-still-continued fight,
+  Had made three Flemings runne themselues a ground;
+    With three neat Flee-boats which with them doe take,
+    Six Ships of Sandwich vp the Fleet to make.
+
+[Stanza 55: _Aydes to the King by the Nobility._]
+
+  Nine Ships for the Nobility there went,
+  Of able men, the enterprize to ayde,
+  Which to the King most liberally they lent,
+  At their owne charge, and bountifully payde,
+  Northumberland, and Westmerland in sent
+  Fourescore at Armes a peece, themselues and layde
+    At six score Archers each, as Suffolke showes,
+    Twenty tall men at Armes, with forty Bowes.
+
+[Stanza 56]
+
+  Warwick and Stafford leauied at no lesse
+  Then noble Suffolke, nor doe offer more
+  Of men at Armes, and Archers which they presse,
+  Of their owne Tenants, Arm'd with their owne store:
+  Their forwardnesse fore-showes their good successe
+  In such a Warre, as had not beene before:
+    And other Barrons vnder Earles that were,
+    Yet dar'd with them an equall charge to beare.
+
+[Stanza 57]
+
+  Darcy and Camois, zealous for the King,
+  Louell, Fitzwater, Willoughby, and Rosse,
+  Berckley, Powis, Burrell, fast together cling;
+  Seymer, and Saint Iohn for the bus'nesse closse,
+  Each twenty Horse, and forty foote doe bring
+  More, to nine hundred mounting in the grosse
+    In those nine Ships, and fitly them bestow'd,
+    Which with the other fall into the Road.
+
+[Stanza 58]
+
+  From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders wonne
+  By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came,
+  From fifty vpward, to fiue hundred Tunne;
+  For eu'ry vse a Marriner could name,
+  Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne,
+  Show'd as the Sea had all beene of a flame;
+    For Skiffes, Crayes, Scallops, and the like, why these
+    From eu'ry small Creeke, cou'red all the Seas.
+
+[Stanza 59]
+
+  The man whose way from London hap'd to lye,
+  By those he met might guesse the generall force,
+  Daily encountred as he passed by,
+  Now with a Troupe of Foote, and then of Horse,
+  To whom the people still themselues apply,
+  Bringing them victuals as in mere remorce:
+    And still the acclamation of the presse,
+    Saint George for England, to your good successe.
+
+[Stanza 60]
+
+  There might a man haue seene in eu'ry Streete,
+  The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne:
+  Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete:
+  The Wife with her deare Husband ne'r had done:
+  Brother, his Brother, with adieu to greete:
+  One Friend to take leaue of another runne:
+    The Mayden with her best belou'd to part,
+    Gaue him her hand, who tooke away her heart.
+
+[Stanza 61]
+
+  The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue,
+  On their coruetting Coursers mounted faire,
+  One ware his Mistris Garter, one her Gloue;
+  And he a lock of his deare Ladies haire;
+  And he her Colours, whom he most did loue;
+  There was not one but did some Fauour weare:
+    And each one tooke it, on his happy speede,
+    To make it famous by some Knightly deede.
+
+[Stanza 62]
+
+  The cloudes of dust, that from the wayes arose,
+  Which in their martch, the trampling Troupes doe reare:
+  When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose
+  In his descending, shining wondrous cleare,
+  To the beholder farre off standing showes
+  Like some besieged Towne, that were on fire:
+    As though fore-telling e'r they should returne,
+    That many a Citie yet secure must burne.
+
+[Stanza 63]
+
+  The well-rig'd Nauie falne into the Road,
+  For this short Cut with victuall fully stor'd,
+  The King impatient of their long aboad,
+  Commands his Army instantly aboard,
+  Casting to haue each Company bestow'd,
+  As then the time conuenience could afford;
+    The Ships appointed wherein they should goe,
+    And Boats prepar'd for waftage to and fro.
+
+[Stanza 64]
+
+  To be imbarqu'd when euery Band comes downe,
+  Each in their order as they mustred were,
+  Or by the difference of their [a]Armings knowne,
+  Or by their Colours; for in Ensignes there,
+  Some wore the Armes of their most ancient Towne,
+  Others againe their owne Diuises beare,
+    There was not any, but that more or lesse,
+    Something had got, that something should expresse.
+
+    [Note a: _A Blazon of the Ensignes of the seuerall Shires, in 14
+    Stanzas following._]
+
+[Stanza 65]
+
+  First, in the [b]Kentish Stremer was a Wood,
+  Out of whose top an arme that held a Sword,
+  As their right Embleme; and to make it good,
+  They aboue other onely had a Word,
+  Which was; Vnconquer'd; as that freest had stood.
+  [c]Sussex the next that was to come Aboard
+    Bore a Blacke Lyon Rampant, sore that bled,
+    With a Field-Arrow darted through the head.
+
+    [Note b: _Expressing their freedom, as still retaining their
+    ancient liberties, by surprising the Conqueror like a mouing
+    Wood._]
+
+    [Note c: _An expressio of King Harolds death, slaine with an Arrow
+    in the head, at the Battaile of Hastings, fighting against the
+    Conqueror._]
+
+[Stanza 66]
+
+  The men of [d]Surrey, Cheeky Blew and gold,
+  (Which for braue Warren their first Earle they wore,
+  In many a Field that honour'd was of olde:)
+  And Hamshere next in the same Colours bore,
+  Three Lions Passant, th' Armes of Beuis bould,
+  Who through the World so famous was of yore;
+    A siluer[e] Tower, Dorsets Red Banner beares;
+    The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs.
+
+    [Note d: _The first famous Earle of that Countrey._]
+
+    [Note e: _Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that
+    County, lying vpon the French sea._]
+
+[Stanza 67]
+
+  The [f]Deuonshire Band, a Beacon set on fire,
+  Sommerset [g]a Virgine bathing in a Spring,
+  Their Cities Armes, the men of Glostershire,
+  In Gold three [h]Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring;
+  Wiltshire a Crowned[a] Piramed; As nigher
+  Then any other to martch to the King;
+    Barkshire a [b]Stag, vnder an Oake that stood,
+    Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood.
+
+    [Note f: _As lying the fittest to expell or forwarne Inuasion._]
+
+    [Note g: _Expressing the delicacy of the Bath, their chiefe
+    Citty._]
+
+    [Note h: _The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of
+    Gloster borne by the City._]
+
+    [Note a: _Stonidge being the first wonder of England, standing in
+    Wiltshire._]
+
+    [Note b: _An old Embleme of Berech, or Berkshire._]
+
+[Stanza 68]
+
+  The mustred men for [c]Buckingham, are gone
+  Vnder the Swan, the Armes of that olde Towne,
+  The Londoners, and Middlesex as one,
+  Are by the Red Crosse, and the Dagger knowne;
+  The Men of [d]Essex ouermatch'd by none,
+  Vnder Queene Hellens Image Martching downe;
+    [e]Suffolke a Sunne halfe risen from the brack,
+    [f]Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphines backe.
+
+    [Note c: _A Badge of the ancient family of the Staffords Dukes of
+    that place._]
+
+    [Note d: _Queene Helen Founder of the Crosse, wife to Constantine,
+    and Daughter to King Coell, builder of Colchester in Essex._]
+
+    [Note e: _Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres._]
+
+    [Note f: _For the braue prospect to the Germaine Ocean._]
+
+[Stanza 69]
+
+  The Souldiers sent from [g]Cambridgshire, a Bay
+  Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower:
+  Hartford[h] two Harts that in a Riuer play;
+  Bedfords an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower,
+  And [i]Huntington a People proud as they,
+  Not giuing place to any for their power,
+    A youthfull Hunter, with a Chaplet Crown'd,
+    In a pyde Lyam leading forth his Hound.
+
+    [Note g: _Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersitie their Shiere
+    Towne._]
+
+    [Note h: _The Armes of the Towne somewhat alluding to the name._]
+
+    [Note i: _The Armes of the towne of Huntingdon, first so named of
+    a place where Hunters met._]
+
+[Stanza 70]
+
+  Northampton[k] with a Castle seated high,
+  Supported by two Lyons thither came;
+  The men of [l]Rutland, to them marching nie,
+  In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram,
+  And [m]Lestershire that on their strength relye,
+  A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game.
+    Lincolne[n] a Ship most neatly that was lim'd
+    In all her Sailes with Flags and Pennons trim'd.
+
+    [Note k: _The armes of the towne._]
+
+    [Note l: _From the aboundance of wooll in that tract._]
+
+    [Note m: _A sport more vsed in that Shiere from ancient time, then
+    in any other._]
+
+    [Note n: _For the length that it hath vpon the Germane Ocean._]
+
+[Stanza 71]
+
+  Stout[a] Warwickshire, her ancient badge the Beare,
+  Worster[b] a Peare-Tree laden with the Fruit,
+  A Golden Fleece and[c] Hereford doth weare,
+  Stafford[d] a Hermet in his homely sute,
+  Shropshire[e] a Falcon towring in the Ayre,
+  And for the Shiere whose surface seems most brute,
+    Darby, an Eagle sitting on a Roote,
+    A swathed Infant holding in her foote.
+
+    [Note a: _The Beare and ragged Staffe, the ancient Armes of that
+    Earledome._]
+
+    [Note b: _For the aboundance of fruit more there then in any other
+    tract._]
+
+    [Note c: _The finenesse of the wooll of Lemster in that Shiere._]
+
+    [Note d: _Many Hermites liued there in the woods in times past, it
+    being all forrestie._]
+
+    [Note e: _Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that
+    Shiere, on which many Hawkes were wont to airy._]
+
+[Stanza 72]
+
+  Olde[f] Nottingham, an Archer clad in greene,
+  Vnder a Tree with his drawne Bowe that stood,
+  Which in a checkquer'd Flagge farre off was seene:
+  It was the Picture of olde Robin Hood,
+  And[g] Lancashire not as the least I weene,
+  Thorough three Crownes, three Arrowes smear'd with blood:
+    Cheshiere a Banner very square and broad,
+    Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode.
+
+    [Note f: _That famous out-law liued much in that Country, and is
+    yet by many places there celebrated._]
+
+    [Note g: _Accounted euer the best Archers in England._]
+
+[Stanza 73]
+
+  A flaming Lance, the[h] Yorkshiere men for them,
+  As those for Durham neere againe at hand,
+  A Myter crowned with a Diadem:
+  An Armed man, the men of[i] Cumberland:
+  So[k] Westmerland link'd with it in one Stem,
+  A Ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand:
+    Northumberland[l] with these com'n as a Brother,
+    Two Lyons fighting tearing one another.
+
+    [Note h: _For their agillity with the Speare, and swiftnesse of
+    their Naggs._]
+
+    [Note i: _Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots._]
+
+    [Note k: _Expressing the scite therof iuting out into those
+    dangerous Seas, betwixt England and Ireland._]
+
+    [Note l: _Their terrible conflicts (many times) with the Scots,
+    expressed in the fight between the golden and red Lyons._]
+
+[Stanza 74]
+
+  Thus as themselues the English men had show'd
+  Vnder the Ensigne of each seu'rall Shiere,
+  The Natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow'd
+  To their owne King, nor yet lesse valiant were,
+  In one strong Reg'ment had themselues bestow'd,
+  And of the rest, resumed had the Reare:
+    To their owne Quarter marching as the rest,
+    As neatly Arm'd, and brauely as the best.
+
+[Stanza 75]
+
+  [a]Pembrooke, a Boat wherein a Lady stood,
+  Rowing her selfe within a quiet Bay;
+  Those men of South-Wales of the [b]mixed blood,
+  Had of the Welch the leading of the way:
+  Caermardin[c] in her Colours beare a Rood,
+  Whereon an olde man lean'd himselfe to stay
+    At a Starre pointing; which of great renowne,
+    Was skilfull Merlin, namer of that Towne.
+
+    [Note a: _Milford Hauen in Pembrookeshiere, one of the brauest
+    harbours in the knowne world, therefore not vnaptly so
+    expressed._]
+
+    [Note b: _Partly Dutch, partly English, partly Welch._]
+
+    [Note c: _Merlin, by whose birth and knowledge that towne is made
+    famous._]
+
+[Stanza 76]
+
+  [d]Clamorgan men, a Castell great and hie,
+  From which, out of the Battlement aboue,
+  A flame shot vp it selfe into the skye:
+  The men of [e]Munmouth (for the ancient loue
+  To that deare Country; neighbouring them so nie)
+  Next after them in Equipage that moue,
+    Three Crownes Imperiall which supported were,
+    With three Arm'd Armes, in their proud Ensigne beare.
+
+    [Note d: _A Watch Tower or Pharus, hauing the scituation where
+    Seuerne beginneth to widden, as when Pirats haue come in to giue
+    warning to the other Maratyne Countries._]
+
+    [Note e: _For the glory it hath attained, to be the Kings
+    birth-place, and to expresse his principalities._]
+
+[Stanza 77]
+
+  The men of [f]Brecknock brought a Warlick Tent,
+  Vpon whose top there sate a watchfull Cock,
+  Radnor,[g] a mountaine of a high assent,
+  Thereon a Shepheard keeping of his Flock,
+  As [h]Cardigan the next to them that went,
+  Came with a Mermayde sitting on a Rock,
+    And [i]Merioneth beares (as these had done)
+    Three dancing Goates against the rising Sunne.
+
+    [Note f: _The Armes of Brecknock._]
+
+    [Note g: _Lying towards the midst of Wales, and for aboundance of
+    Sheepe, liuing on those high Mountaines._]
+
+    [Note h: _Expressing the scituation of that Shiere, lying on the
+    Maratine part vpon the Irish Sea._]
+
+    [Note i: _For the aboundance of Goates, being on those
+    inaccessible Mountaines._]
+
+[Stanza 78]
+
+  Those of [a]Montgomery, beare a prancing Steed,
+  Denbigh[b] a Neptune with his three-fork'd Mace:
+  Flintshiere[c] a Workmayd in her Summers weed,
+  With Sheafe and Sickle (with a warlick pace)
+  Those of Caernaruon not the least in speed,
+  Though marching last (in the mayne Armies face)
+    Three golden Eagles in their Ensigne brought,
+    Vnder which oft braue Owen Guyneth fought.
+
+    [Note a: _The Shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales._]
+
+    [Note b: _As opening it selfe to the great North or Deucalidonian
+    Sea._]
+
+    [Note c: _Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse, in that
+    little Tract._]
+
+[Stanza 79]
+
+  The Seas amazed at the fearefull sight,
+  Of Armes, and Ensignes, that aboard were brought,
+  Of Streamers, Banners, Pennons, Ensignes pight,
+  Vpon each Pup and Prowe; and at the fraught,
+  So full of terror, that it hardly might
+  Into a naturall course againe be brought,
+    As the vaste Nauie which at Anchor rides,
+    Proudly presumes to shoulder out the Tides.
+
+[Stanza 80: _A Simile of the Nauy._]
+
+  The Fleet then full, and floating on the Maine,
+  The numerous Masts, with their braue Topsailes spred,
+  When as the Winde a little doth them straine,
+  Seeme like a Forrest bearing her proud head
+  Against some rough flawe, that forerunns a raine;
+  So do they looke from euery loftie sted,
+    Which with the Surges tumbled too and fro,
+    Seeme (euen) to bend, as trees are seene to doe.
+
+[Stanza 81: _The braue solemnity at the departing of the Fleet._]
+
+  From euery Ship when as the Ordnance rore,
+  Of their depart, that all might vnderstand,
+  When as the zealous people from the shore,
+  Againe with fires salute them from the Land,
+  For so was order left with them before,
+  To watch the Beacons, with a carefull hand,
+    Which being once fierd, the people more or lesse,
+    Should all to Church, and pray for their successe.
+
+[Stanza 82: _The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne._]
+
+  They shape their Course into the Month of Seyne,
+  That destin'd Flood those Nauies to receiue,
+  Before whose fraught her France had prostrate laine,
+  As now she must this, that shall neuer leaue,
+  Vntill the Engines that it doth containe,
+  Into the ayre her heightned walls shall heaue;
+    Whose stubborne Turrets had refus'd to bow,
+    To that braue Nation that shall shake them now.
+
+[Stanza 83]
+
+  Long Boates with Scouts are put to land before,
+  Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to discry,
+  (Whilst the braue Army setting is on shore,)
+  To view what strength the enemy had nie,
+  Pressing the bosome of large France so sore,
+  That her pale Genius, in affright doth flye
+    To all her Townes and warnes them to awake,
+    And for her safety vp their Armes to take.
+
+[Stanza 84]
+
+  At Paris, Roan, and Orleance, she calls,
+  And at their gates with gronings doth complaine:
+  Then cries she out, O get vp to your walls:
+  The English Armies are return'd againe,
+  Which in two Battailes gaue those fatall falls,
+  At Cressie, and at Poyteers, where lay slaine
+    Our conquered Fathers, which with very feare
+    Quake in their Graues to feele them landed here.
+
+[Stanza 85]
+
+  The King of France now hauing vnderstood,
+  Of Henries entrance, (but too well improu'd,)
+  He cleerly saw that deere must be the blood,
+  That it must cost, e'r he could be remou'd;
+  He sends to make his other Sea Townes good,
+  Neuer before so much it him behou'd;
+    In eu'ry one a Garison to lay,
+    Fearing fresh powers from England eu'ry day.
+
+[Stanza 86: _The braue encouragement of a couragious King._]
+
+  To the high'st earth whilst awfull Henry gets,
+  From whence strong Harflew he might easl'est see,
+  With sprightly words, and thus their courage whets,
+  In yonder walls be Mynes of gold (quoth he)
+  He's a poore Slaue, that thinkes of any debts;
+  Harflew shall pay for all, it ours shall be:
+    This ayre of France doth like me wondrous well,
+    Lets burne our Ships, for here we meane to dwell.
+
+[Stanza 87: _A charitable Proclamation made by the King._]
+
+  But through his Hoast, he first of all proclaim'd
+  In paine of death, no English man should take
+  From the Religious, aged, or the maym'd,
+  Or women that could no resistance make:
+  To gaine his owne for that he onely aym'd;
+  Nor would haue such to suffer for his sake:
+    Which in the French (when they the same did heare)
+    Bred of this braue King, a religious feare.
+
+[Stanza 88: _The Kings mayne Standard (for the ponderousnes thereof,)
+euer borne vpon a Carriage._]
+
+  His Army rang'd, in order fitting warre,
+  Each with some greene thing doth his Murrian crowne,
+  With his mayne standard fixt vpon the Carre;
+  Comes the great King before th'intrenched Towne,
+  Whilst from the walls the people gazing are,
+  In all their sights he sets his Army downe;
+    Nor for their shot he careth not a pin,
+    But seekes where he his Battery may begin.
+
+[Stanza 89: _The King makes his approches on three parts._]
+
+  And into three, his Army doth diuide,
+  His strong aproaches on three parts to make;
+  Himselfe on th'one, Clarence on th'other side,
+  To Yorke and Suffolke he the third doth take,
+  The Mines the Duke of Glocester doth guide;
+  Then caus'd his Ships the Riuer vp to Stake,
+    That none with Victuall should the Towne relieue
+    Should the Sword faile, with Famine them to grieue.
+
+[Stanza 90: _The King summons Harflew._]
+
+  From his Pauillion where he sate in State,
+  Arm'd for the Siedge, and buckling on his Shield,
+  Braue Henry sends his Herault to the Gate,
+  By Trumpets sound, to summon them to yeeld,
+  And to accept his Mercy, ere to late,
+  Or else to say ere he forsooke the field,
+    Harflew should be but a meere heape of Stones,
+    Her buildings buried with her Owners bones.
+
+[Stanza 91]
+
+  France on this sudaine put into a fright,
+  With the sad newes of Harflew in distresse,
+  Whose inexpected, miserable plight,
+  She on the suddaine, knew not to redresse,
+  But vrg'd to doe the vtmost that she might,
+  The peoples feares and clamours to suppresse,
+    Raiseth a power with all the speede she could,
+    Somewhat thereby, to loose King Henries hold.
+
+[Stanza 92: _Charles de Alibert, and Iohn Bowcequalt._]
+
+  The Marshall, and the Constable of France,
+  Leading those Forces levied for the turne,
+  By which they thought their Titles to aduance,
+  And of their Countrey endlesse praise to earne,
+  But it with them farre otherwise doth chance,
+  For when they saw the Villages to burne,
+    And high-towr'd Harflew round ingirt with fires,
+    They with their powers to Cawdebeck retire.
+
+[Stanza 93: _A Simile of the French powers._]
+
+  Like as a Hinde when shee her Calfe doth see,
+  Lighted by chance into a Lions pawes,
+  From which should shee aduenture it to free,
+  Shee must her selfe fill his deuouring Iawes,
+  And yet her young one, still his prey must be,
+  (Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes:)
+    With them so fares it, which must needs goe downe
+    If they would fight; and yet must loose the Towne:
+
+[Stanza 94: _A description of the siege of Harflewe, in the 19 following
+Stanzaes._]
+
+  Now doe they mount their Ordnance for the day,
+  Their scaling Ladders rearing to the walls,
+  Their battering Rammes against the gates they lay,
+  Their brazen slings send in the wilde-fire balls,
+  Baskets of twigs now carie stones and clay,
+  And to th'assault who furiously not falls;
+    The Spade and Pickax working are belowe,
+    Which then vnfelt, yet gaue the greatest blowe.
+
+[Stanza 95]
+
+  Rampiers of earth the painefull Pyoners raise
+  With the walls equall, close vpon the Dike,
+  To passe by which the Souldier that assayes,
+  On Planks thrust ouer, one him downe doth strike:
+  Him with a mall a second English payes,
+  A second French transpearc'd him with a Pyke:
+    That from the height of the embattel'd Towers,
+    Their mixed blood ranne downe the walls in showers.
+
+[Stanza 96]
+
+  A French man back into the Towne doth fall,
+  With a sheafe Arrow shot into the head;
+  An English man in scaling of the wall,
+  From the same place is by a stone struck dead;
+  Tumbling vpon them logs of wood, and all,
+  That any way for their defence might sted:
+    The hills at hand re-ecchoing with the din
+    Of shouts without, and fearefull shrickes within.
+
+[Stanza 97: _Crosbowe Arrowes._]
+
+  When all at once the English men assaile,
+  The French within all valiantly defend,
+  And in a first assault, if any faile,
+  They by a second striue it to amend:
+  Out of the Towne come quarries thick as haile;
+  As thick againe their Shafts the English send:
+    The bellowing Canon from both sides doth rore,
+    With such a noyse as makes the Thunder pore.
+
+[Stanza 98]
+
+  Now vpon one side you should heare a cry,
+  And all that Quarter clowded with a smother;
+  The like from that against it by and by;
+  As though the one were eccho to the other,
+  The King and Clarence so their turnes can ply:
+  And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother;
+    Whose Mynes to the besieg'd more mischiefe doe,
+    Then with th'assaults aboue, the other two.
+
+[Stanza 99]
+
+  An olde man sitting by the fier side,
+  Decrepit with extreamity of Age,
+  Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride,
+  Almost distracted with the Batteries rage:
+  Sometimes doth speake it faire, sometimes doth chide,
+  As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage,
+    By chance a Bullet doth the chimney hit,
+    Which falling in, doth kill both him and it.
+
+[Stanza 100]
+
+  Whilst the sad weeping Mother sits her downe,
+  To giue her little new-borne Babe the Pap:
+  A lucklesse quarry leueld at the Towne,
+  Kills the sweet Baby sleeping in her lap,
+  That with the fright shee falls into a swoone,
+  From which awak'd, and mad with the mishap;
+    As vp a Rampire shreeking she doth clim,
+    Comes a great Shot, and strikes her lim from lim.
+
+[Stanza 101]
+
+  Whilst a sort runne confusedly to quench,
+  Some Pallace burning, or some fired Street,
+  Call'd from where they were fighting in the Trench;
+  They in their way with Balls of Wilde-fire meet,
+  So plagued are the miserable French,
+  Not aboue head, but also vnder feet:
+    For the fierce English vowe the Towne to take,
+    Or of it soone a heape of stones to make.
+
+[Stanza 102]
+
+  Hot is the Siege the English comming on,
+  As men so long to be kept out that scorne,
+  Carelesse of wounds as they were made of stone;
+  As with their teeth the walls they would haue torne:
+  Into a Breach who quickly is not gone;
+  Is by the next behind him ouer-borne:
+    So that they found a place that gaue them way,
+    They neuer car'd what danger therein lay.
+
+[Stanza 103]
+
+  From eu'ry Quarter they their course must plye,
+  As't pleas'd the King them to th'assault to call:
+  Now on the Duke of Yorke the charge doth lye:
+  To Kent and Cornwall then the turne doth fall:
+  Then Huntingdon vp to the walls they crye:
+  Then Suffolke, and then Excester; which all
+    In their meane Souldiers habits vs'd to goe,
+    Taking such part as those that own'd them doe.
+
+[Stanza 104]
+
+  The men of Harflew rough excursions make,
+  Vpon the English watchfull in their Tent,
+  Whose courages they to their cost awake,
+  With many a wound that often back them sent,
+  So proud a Sally that durst vndertake,
+  And in the Chase pell mell amongst them went,
+    For on the way such ground of them they win,
+    That some French are shut out, some English in.
+
+[Stanza 105]
+
+  Nor idely sit our Men at Armes the while,
+  Foure thousand Horse that eu'ry day goe out;
+  And of the Field are Masters many a mile,
+  By putting the Rebellious French to rout;
+  No Peasants them with promises beguile:
+  Another bus'nesse they were come about;
+    For him they take, his Ransome must redeeme,
+    Onely French Crownes, the English men esteeme.
+
+[Stanza 106]
+
+  Whilst English Henry lastly meanes to trye:
+  By three vast Mynes, the walls to ouerthrowe.
+  The French men their approches that espye,
+  By Countermynes doe meete with them belowe,
+  And as opposed in the Workes they lye:
+  Vp the Besieged the Besiegers blowe,
+    That stifled quite, with powder as with dust,
+    Longer to walls they found it vaine to trust.
+
+[Stanza 107]
+
+  Till Gaucourt then, and Tuttivile that were
+  The Townes Commanders, (with much perill) finde
+  The Resolution that the English beare;
+  As how their owne to yeelding were enclinde,
+  Summon to parly, off'ring frankly there;
+  If that ayde came not by a day assignde,
+    To giue the Towne vp, might their liues stand free:
+    As for their goods, at Henries will to be.
+
+[Stanza 108]
+
+  And hauing wonne their conduct to the King,
+  Those hardy Chiefes on whom the charge had layne:
+  Thither those well-fed Burgesses doe bring,
+  What they had off'red strongly to maintaine
+  In such a case, although a dang'rous thing,
+  Yet they so long vpon their knees remaine:
+    That fiue dayes respight from his Grant they haue,
+    Which was the most, they (for their liues) durst craue.
+
+[Stanza 109]
+
+  The time perfixed comming to expire,
+  And their reliefe ingloriously delay'd:
+  Nothing within their sight but sword, and fire;
+  And bloody Ensignes eu'ry where display'd:
+  The English still within themselues entire,
+  When all these things they seriously had way'd,
+    To Henries mercy found that they must trust,
+    For they perceiu'd their owne to be iniust.
+
+[Stanza 110]
+
+  The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside,
+  And from the walls th'Artillary displac'd:
+  The Armes of England are aduanc'd in pride:
+  The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac'd:
+  Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride:
+  Into the Streetes their women runne in hast,
+    Bearing their little Children, for whose sake
+    They hop'd the King would the more mercy take.
+
+[Stanza 111: _The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph._]
+
+  The gates thus widened with the breath of Warre;
+  Their ample entrance to the English gaue:
+  There was no dore that then had any barre;
+  For of their owne not any thing they haue:
+  When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre:
+  To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue.
+    Strucken with wonder, when that face they sawe,
+    Wherein such mercy was, with so much awe.
+
+[Stanza 112]
+
+  And first themselues the English to secure,
+  Doubting what danger might be yet within;
+  The strongest Forts, and Citadell make sure,
+  To showe that they could keepe as well as win,
+  And though the spoyles them wondrously alure,
+  To fall to pillage e'r they will begin,
+    They shut each passage, by which any power
+    Might be brought on to hinder, but an hower.
+
+[Stanza 113]
+
+  That Conquering King which entring at the gate,
+  Borne by the presse as in the ayre he swamme:
+  Vpon the suddaine layes aside his state,
+  And of a Lyon is become a Lambe:
+  He is not now what he was but of late:
+  But on his bare feete to the Church he came:
+    By his example, as did all the presse,
+    To giue God thankes, for his first good successe.
+
+[Stanza 114: _King Henry offereth to decide his right by single
+combat._]
+
+  And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say,
+  That though he thus was setled on his shore,
+  Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay,
+  His ancient right if so he would restore:
+  But if the same he wilfully denay,
+  To stop th'effusion of their Subiects gore;
+    He frankly off'reth in a single fight,
+    With the young Daulphine to decide his right.
+
+[Stanza 115]
+
+  Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare,
+  What answere back, his Herauld him would bring:
+  But when he found that he was ne'r the neere;
+  And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing,
+  As to fight single; nor that any were
+  To deale for composition from the King:
+    He casts for Callice to make forth his way,
+    And takes such Townes, as in his Iourneyes lay.
+
+[Stanza 116]
+
+  But first his bus'nesse he doth so contriue,
+  To curbe the Townes-men, should they chance to stirre
+  Of Armes, and Office he doth them depriue,
+  And to their roomes the English doth preferre:
+  Out of the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue,
+  And therein sets his Vnckle Excester:
+    This done, to martch he bids the thundring Drummes,
+    To scourge proud France whe now her Coqueror comes.
+
+[Stanza 117]
+
+  The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood,
+  How on his way this haughty Henry was
+  Ouer the Soame, which is a dangerous flood;
+  Pluckt downe the Bridges that might giue him passe;
+  And eu'ry thing, if fit for humane food,
+  Caus'd to be forrag'd; (to a wondrous masse)
+    And more then this, his Iourneyes to fore-slowe,
+    He scarce one day vnskirmish'd with, doth goe.
+
+[Stanza 118]
+
+  But on his march, in midst of all his foes;
+  He like a Lyon keepes them all at bay,
+  And when they seeme him strictly to enclose;
+  Yet through the thick'st he hewes him out a way:
+  Nor the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose;
+  Though off'ring oft his Army to fore-lay:
+    Nor all the power the enuious French can make,
+    Force him one foote, his path (but) to forsake.
+
+[Stanza 119: _A ford found in the Riuer of Soame._]
+
+  And each day as his Army doth remoue,
+  Marching along vpon Soames Marshy side,
+  His men at Armes on their tall Horses proue,
+  To finde some shallow, ouer where to ryde,
+  But all in vaine against the Streame they stroue,
+  Till by the helpe of a laborious guide,
+    A Ford was found to set his Army ore
+    Which neuer had discouered beene before.
+
+[Stanza 120]
+
+  The newes divulg'd that he had waded Soame,
+  And safe to shore his Caridges had brought,
+  Into the Daulphins bosome strooke so home,
+  And one the weakenesse of King Charles so wrought;
+  That like the troubled Sea, when it doth Foame,
+  As in a rage, to beate the Rocks to nought;
+    So doe they storme, and curse on curse they heapt
+    Gainst those which should the passages haue kept.
+
+[Stanza 121: _A Counsell held at Roan against the King of England._]
+
+  And at that time, both resident in Roan,
+  Thither for this assembling all the Peeres,
+  Whose Counsailes now must vnderprop their Throne
+  Against the Foe; which, not a man but feares;
+  Yet in a moment confident are growne,
+  When with fresh hopes, each one his fellow cheeres,
+    That ere the English to their Callis got,
+    Some for this spoile should pay a bloudy shot.
+
+[Stanza 122]
+
+  Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile satt,
+  With Berry and with Britaine their Alies;
+  Now speake they of this course, and then of that,
+  As to insnare him how they might diuise;
+  Something they faine would doe, but know not what,
+  At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise,
+    And crauing silence of the King and Lords,
+    Against the English, brake into these words.
+
+[Stanza 123: _A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English._]
+
+  Had this vnbridled youth an Army led,
+  That any way were worthy of your feare,
+  Against our Nation, that durst turne the head,
+  Such as the former English forces were,
+  This care of yours, your Countrey then might sted,
+  To tell you then, who longer can forbeare,
+    That into question, you our valour bring,
+    To call a Counsaile for so poore a thing.
+
+[Stanza 124]
+
+  A Route of tatter'd Rascalls starued so,
+  As forced through extreamity of need
+  To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe,
+  And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed,
+  Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so,
+  And other foule diseases that they breed,
+    That they, there Armes disabled are to sway,
+    But in their march doe leaue them on the way.
+
+[Stanza 125]
+
+  And to our people but a handfull are,
+  Scarse thirtie thousand, when to Land they came,
+  Of which to England dayly some repayre,
+  Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame,
+  Fitter for Spittles, and the Surgions care,
+  Then with their Swords on vs to winne them fame,
+    Vnshod, and without stockings are the best,
+    And those by Winter miserably opprest.
+
+[Stanza 126]
+
+  To let them dye vpon their march abroad,
+  And Fowles vpon their Carkases to feed,
+  The heapes of them vpon the common road
+  A great infection likely were to breed,
+  For our owne safeties see them then bestow'd,
+  And doe for them this charitable deede:
+    Vnder our Swords together let them fall,
+    And one that day they dye, be buried all.
+
+[Stanza 127]
+
+  This bold invectiue forc'd against the Foe,
+  Although it most of the Assembly seas'd,
+  Yet those which better did the English know,
+  Were but a little with his speeches pleas'd,
+  And that the Duke of Berry meant to showe:
+  Which when the murmure somewhat was appeas'd,
+    After a while their listning silence breakes,
+    And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes.
+
+[Stanza 128: _The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon._]
+
+  My Liedge, quoth he, and you my Lords, and Peeres,
+  Whom this great businesse chiefely doth concerne,
+  By my experience, now so many yeeres
+  To know the English I am not to learne;
+  Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares
+  Than fitteth Manhood, nor doe hope to earne
+    Suffrage from any; but by zeale am wonne,
+    To speake my minde here, as the Duke hath done.
+
+[Stanza 129]
+
+  Th'euents of Warre are various (as I know)
+  And say, the losse vpon the English light,
+  Yet may a dying man giue such a blow,
+  As much may hinder his proud Conquerours might;
+  It is enough our puissant power to showe
+  To the weake English, now vpon their flight,
+    When want, and winter, strongly spurre them on,
+    You else but slay them, that would faine be gon.
+
+[Stanza 130]
+
+  I like our Forces their first course should hold,
+  To skirmish with them, vpon euery stay,
+  But fight by no meanes with them, though they would,
+  Except they finde them forraging for pray,
+  So still you haue them shut vp in a Fould,
+  And still to Callis keepe them in their way;
+    So Fabius wearied Hanibal, so we
+    May English Henry, pleased if you be.
+
+[Stanza 131]
+
+  And of the English rid your Countrey cleane,
+  If on their backs, but Callice walles they win,
+  Whose Frontier Townes you easly may maintaine,
+  With a strong Army still to keepe them in;
+  Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne,
+  And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne,
+    Ere with Supplys againe they can inuade,
+    Spent in the Voyage lately hither made.
+
+[Stanza 132]
+
+  That day at Poyteers, in that bloudy Field,
+  The sudaine turne in that great Battell then,
+  Shall euer teach me, whilest I Armes can weeld,
+  Neuer to trust to multitudes of men;
+  Twas the first day that ere I wore a Sheeld,
+  Oh let me neuer see the like agen!
+    Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell wonne
+    As to behold it might amaze the Sunne.
+
+[Stanza 133]
+
+  There did I see our conquered Fathers fall,
+  Before the English on that fatall ground,
+  When as to ours their number was but small,
+  And with braue Spirits France ne'r did more abound,
+  Yet oft that Battaile into minde I call,
+  Whereas of ours, one man seemd all one wound,
+    I instance this; yet humbly here submit
+    My selfe to fight, if you shall thinke it fit.
+
+[Stanza 134: _Young mens counsailes ofttimes proue the vtter subuersion
+both of themselues and others._]
+
+  The Marshall and the Constable about
+  To second, what this sager Duke had said:
+  The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out,
+  Gainst their opinions, so that ouer-sway'd,
+  Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt;
+  Alanzon as an Oracle obay'd,
+    And not a French then present, but doth sweare
+    To kill an English if ynow there were.
+
+[Stanza 135: _The French King sendeth to dare the King of England to
+Battaile._]
+
+  A Herault posted presently away,
+  The King of England to the field to dare,
+  To bid him cease his spoyle, nor to delay
+  Gainst the French power his forces but prepare:
+  For that King Charles determin'd to display
+  His bloody Ensignes, and through France declare
+    The day, and place, that Henry should set downe,
+    In which their Battailes, should dispose the Crowne.
+
+[Stanza 136: _The King of Englands modest answer._]
+
+  This newes to Henry by the Herault brought,
+  As one dispassion'd soberly (quoth he)
+  Had your King pleas'd, we sooner might haue fought;
+  For now my Souldiers much enfeebled be:
+  Nor day, nor place, for Battaile shall be sought
+  By English Henry: but if he seeke me,
+    I to my vtmost will my selfe defend,
+    And to th'Almighties pleasure leaue the end.
+
+[Stanza 137]
+
+  The brute of this intended Battaile spred,
+  The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes,
+  And in the French that daring boldnesse bred:
+  Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes,
+  Thinking the English downe so farre to tred,
+  As past that day ne'r more to rise in Armes,
+    T'extirpe the name, if possible it were,
+    At least not after to be heard of there.
+
+[Stanza 138: _A Simily of the rising of the French._]
+
+  As when you see the enuious Crowe espye,
+  Something that shee doth naturally detest:
+  With open throat how shee doth squall and crye;
+  And from the next Groue calleth in the rest,
+  And they for those beyond them bawling flye,
+  Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre infest:
+    Thus French, the French to this great Battaile call,
+    Vpon their swords to see the English fall.
+
+[Stanza 139: _Dauid Gam, a great Captain in that Warr._]
+
+  And to the King when seriously one tolde,
+  With what an Host he should encountred be,
+  Gam noting well, the King did him behold,
+  In the reporting; Merrily (quoth he)
+  My Liege I'le tell you if I may be bold,
+  We will diuide this Army into three:
+    One part we'll kill, the second prisoners stay;
+    And for the third, we'll leaue to runne away.
+
+[Stanza 140]
+
+  But for the Foe came hourely in so fast,
+  Lest they his Army should disordred take:
+  The King who wisely doth the worst forecast,
+  His speedy martch doth presently forsake,
+  Into such forme and his Battalion cast;
+  That doe their worst they should not eas'ly shake:
+    For that his scouts which forrag'd had the Coast,
+    Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host.
+
+[Stanza 141: _The Duke of Yorke._]
+
+  On which ere long the English Vanward light,
+  Which York, of men the brauest, doth command,
+  When either of them in the others sight,
+  He caus'd the Army instantly to stand,
+  As though preparing for a present Fight,
+  And rideth forth from his couragious Band,
+    To view the French, whose numbers ouer spread,
+    The troubled Country on whose earth they tread.
+
+[Stanza 142]
+
+  Now were both Armies got vpon that ground,
+  As on a Stage, where they their strengthes must trye,
+  Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wound,
+  There's many a soule into the Ayre must flye:
+  Meane while the English that some ease had found;
+  By the aduantage of a Village nie,
+    There set them downe the Battell to abide,
+    Where they the place had strongly fortifide.
+
+[Stanza 143: _The French scorning the English, being so fewe in respect
+of their mighty power._]
+
+  Made drunke with pride the haughty French disdaine,
+  Lesse then their owne, a multitude to view,
+  Nor aske of God the victory to gaine,
+  Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe,
+  To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine,
+  And lastly to that insolence they grewe,
+    Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast,
+    And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past.
+
+[Stanza 144]
+
+  For knots of corde to eu'ry Towne they send,
+  The Captiu'd English that they caught to binde,
+  For to perpetuall slau'ry they intend:
+  Those that aliue they on the Field should finde,
+  So much as that they fear'd lest they should spend
+  Too many English, wherefore they assignde
+    Some to keepe fast those, fayne that would be gon
+    After the Fight, to try their Armes vpon.
+
+[Stanza 145]
+
+  One his bright sharpe-eg'd Semiter doth showe,
+  Off'ring to lay a thousand Crownes (in pride)
+  That he two naked English at one blowe,
+  Bound back to back will at the wasts diuide,
+  Some bett his sword will do't, some others no,
+  After the Battaile, and they'll haue it tride:
+    Another wafts his Blade about his head,
+    And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.
+
+[Stanza 146]
+
+  They part their prisoners, passing them for debt,
+  And in their Ransome ratibly accord
+  To a Prince of ours, a Page of theirs they set;
+  And a French Lacky to an English Lord;
+  As for our Gentry them to hyre they'll let,
+  And as good cheape as they can them afford,
+    Branded for Slaues that if they hapt to stray,
+    Knowne by the marke, them any one might slay.
+
+[Stanza 147]
+
+  And cast to make a Chariot for the King,
+  Painted with Antickes, and ridiculous toyes,
+  In which they meane to Paris him to bring,
+  To make sport to their Madames and their Boyes,
+  And will haue Rascalls, Rymes of him to sing,
+  Made in his mock'ry; and in all these ioyes,
+    They bid the Bells to ring, and people crie,
+    Before the Battaile, France and Victorie.
+
+[Stanza 148]
+
+  And to the King and Daulphine sent away
+  (Who at that time residing were in Roane)
+  To be partakers of that glorious day:
+  Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne,
+  Lest that of them ensuing times should say,
+  That for their safety they forsooke their owne:
+    When France did that braue victory obtaine,
+    That shall her lasting'st monument remaine.
+
+[Stanza 149]
+
+  The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles,
+  Not dar'd by doubt, and lesse appaul'd with dread
+  Of their Arm'd Pykes, some sharpning are the pyles,
+  The Archer grinding his barb'd Arrow head:
+  Their Bills and Blades, some whetting are with Files:
+  And some their Armours strongly Riueted:
+    Some pointing Stakes to stick into the ground,
+    To guard the Bow-men, and their Horse to wound.
+
+[Stanza 150: _The Ryot in the French Campe the night before the
+Battell._]
+
+  The night fore-running this most dreadfull day:
+  The French that all to iollity encline:
+  Some fall to dancing, some againe to play:
+  And some are drinking to this great Designe:
+  But all in pleasure spend the night away:
+  The Tents with lights, the Fields with Boone-fires shine:
+    The common Souldiers Free-mens Catches sing:
+    With showtes and laughter all the Campe doth ring.
+
+[Stanza 151]
+
+  The wearied English watchfull o'r their Foes,
+  (The depth of night then drawing on so fast)
+  That fayne a little would themselues repose,
+  With thanks to God, doe take that small repast
+  Which that poore Village willingly bestowes:
+  And hauing plac'd their Sentinels at last,
+    They fall to Prayer, and in their Cabins blest,
+    T'refresh their spirits, then tooke them to their rest.
+
+[Stanza 152: _Pondering in his thoughts, his Fathers comming to the
+Crowne by deposing the rightfull King._]
+
+  In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay'd,
+  Whilst all his Army round about him slept,
+  His restlesse head vpon his Helmet stay'd,
+  For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept:
+  Great God (quoth he) withdraw not now thy ayde:
+  Nor let my Father Henries sinnes be heapt
+    On my transgressions, vp the Summe to make,
+    For which thou may'st me vtterly forsake.
+
+[Stanza 153: _Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken
+vp, where it was meanely buried at Langley, and to be layde in
+Westminster by his first Wife Queene Anne._]
+
+  King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe not call,
+  Nor how for him my Father did offend,
+  From vs alone deriue not thou his fall,
+  Whose odious life caus'd his vntimely end,
+  That by our Almes be expiated all:
+  Let not that sinne on me his Sonne desend,
+    When as his body I translated haue,
+    And buried in an honourable Graue.
+
+[Stanza 154]
+
+  These things thus pondring, sorrow-ceasing sleepe,
+  From cares to rescue his much troubled minde,
+  Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe,
+  And in soft slumbers euery sense doth binde,
+  (As vndisturbed euery one to keepe)
+  When as that Angell to whom God assign'd,
+    The guiding of the English, gliding downe
+    The silent Campe doth with fresh courage crowne.
+
+[Stanza 155]
+
+  His glittering wings he gloriously displaies,
+  Ouer the Hoste as euery way it lyes
+  With golden Dreames their trauell, and repaies,
+  This Herault from the Rector of the skies,
+  In Vision warnes them not to vse delayes,
+  But to the Battell cheerefully to rise,
+    And be victorious, for that day at hand,
+    He would amongst them for the English stand.
+
+[Stanza 156]
+
+  The dawne scarse drewe the curtaines of the East,
+  But the late wearied Englishmen awake,
+  And much refreshed with a little rest
+  Themselues soone ready for the Battaile make,
+  Not any one but feeleth in his breast,
+  That sprightly fire which Courage bids him take,
+    For ere the Sunne next rising went to bed,
+    The French by them in triumph should be led.
+
+[Stanza 157: _The great care of a wise and politike Captaine._]
+
+  And from their Cabins, ere the French arose,
+  (Drown'd in the pleasure of the passed night,)
+  The English cast their Battailes to dispose,
+  Fit for the ground whereon they were to fight:
+  Foorth that braue King couragious Henry goes,
+  An hower before that it was fully light,
+    To see if there might any place be found,
+    To giue his Hoste aduantage by the ground.
+
+[Stanza 158]
+
+  Where twas his hap a Quicksett hedge to view,
+  Well growne in height; and for his purpose thin,
+  Yet by the Ditch vpon whose banke it grew,
+  He found it to be difficult to winne,
+  Especially if those of his were true,
+  Amongst the shrubbs that he should set within,
+    By which he knew their strength of Horse must come,
+    If they would euer charge his Vanguard home.
+
+[Stanza 159: _This Stratagem the ouerthrow of the French._]
+
+  And of three hundred Archers maketh choice,
+  Some to be taken out of euery Band,
+  The strongest Bowmen, by the generall voyce,
+  Such as beside were valient of their hand,
+  And to be so imployed, as would reioyce,
+  Appointing them behinde the hedge to stand,
+    To shrowde themselues from sight, and to be mute,
+    Vntill a signall freely bad them shute.
+
+[Stanza 160]
+
+  The gamesome Larke now got vpon her Wing,
+  As twere the English earely to awake,
+  And to wide heauen her cheerefull notes doth sing,
+  As shee for them would intercession make,
+  Nor all the noyse that from below doth spring,
+  Her ayrie walke can force her to forsake,
+    Of some much noted, and of others lesse,
+    But yet of all presaging good successe.
+
+[Stanza 161]
+
+  The lazie French their leisure seem to take,
+  And in their Cabins keepe themselues so long,
+  Till flocks of Rauens them with noyse awake,
+  Ouer the Army like a Cloud that hong,
+  Which greater haste inforceth them to make,
+  When with their croaking all the Countrey rong,
+    Which boaded slaughter as the most doe say,
+    But by the French it turned was this way.
+
+[Stanza 162: _The French mis-interpret the flight of Rauens houering
+ouer their owne Campe._]
+
+  That this diuyning Foule well vnderstood,
+  Vpon that place much gore was to be spill'd,
+  And as those Birds doe much delight in blood,
+  With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill'd,
+  So waited they vpon their Swords for food,
+  To feast vpon the English being kill'd,
+    Then little thinking that these came in deed
+    On their owne mangled Carkases to feed.
+
+[Stanza 163]
+
+  When soone the French preparing for the Field,
+  Their armed troops are setting in array,
+  Whose wondrous numbers they can hardly weeld,
+  The place too little wherevpon they lay,
+  They therefore to necessitie must yeeld,
+  And into Order put them as they may,
+    Whose motion sounded like to Nilus fall,
+    That the vaste ayre was deafned therewithall.
+
+[Stanza 164: _The Marshalling of the French Army, containing three
+stanzas._]
+
+  The Constable, and Admirall of France,
+  With the grand Marshall, men of great command:
+  The Dukes of Burbon, and of Orleance,
+  Some for their place, some for their birth-right stand,
+  The Daulphine of Averney (to aduance
+  His worth and honour) of a puissant hand:
+    The Earle of Ewe in Warre that had beene bred,
+    These mighty men the mighty Vanward led.
+
+[Stanza 165]
+
+  The mayne brought forward by the Duke of Barre,
+  Neuers, and Beamont, men of speciall name:
+  Alanzon thought, not equall'd in this Warre,
+  With them Salines, Rous, and Grandpre came,
+  Their long experience, who had fetcht from farre,
+  Whom this expected Conquest doth enflame,
+    Consisting most of Crosbowes, and so great,
+    As France her selfe it well might seeme to threat.
+
+[Stanza 166]
+
+  The Duke of Brabant of high valour knowne,
+  The Earles of Marle, and Faconbridge the Reare,
+  To Arthur Earle of Richmount's selfe alone,
+  They leaue the Right wing to be guided there:
+  Lewes of Burbon, second yet to none,
+  Led on the left; with him that mighty Peere
+    The Earle of Vandome, who of all her men
+    Large France entytled, her great Master then.
+
+[Stanza 167: _The Marshalling of the English Army cotaining fiue
+stanzas._]
+
+  The Duke of Yorke the English Vanward guides,
+  Of our strong Archers, that consisted most;
+  Which with our Horse was wing'd on both the sides:
+  T'affront so great and terrible an Host;
+  There valiant Fanhope, and there Beamount rides,
+  With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast,
+    That morning early, and had seene at large,
+    How the Foe came, that then they were to charge.
+
+[Stanza 168]
+
+  Henry himselfe, on the mayne Battell brings,
+  Nor can these Legions of the French affright
+  This Mars of men, this King of earthly Kings:
+  Who seem'd to be much pleased with the sight,
+  As one ordayn'd t'accomplish mighty things;
+  Who to the Field came in such brau'ry dight:
+    As to the English boades succesfull luck
+    Before one stroke, on either side was struck.
+
+[Stanza 169: _The brauery of King Henryes owne person._]
+
+  In Warlike state the Royall Standard borne
+  Before him, as in splendrous Armes he road,
+  Whilst his coruetting Courser seem'd in scorne
+  To touch the earth whereon he proudly troad,
+  Lillyes, and Lyons quarterly adorne;
+  His Shield, and his Caparison doe load:
+    Vpon his Helme a Crowne with Diamonds deckt,
+    Which through the Field their Radient fiers reflect.
+
+[Stanza 170]
+
+  The Duke of Gloster neere to him agen,
+  T'assist his Brother in that dreadfull day,
+  Oxford and Suffolke both true Marshiall men,
+  Ready to keepe the Battell in Array,
+  To Excester there was appointed then
+  The Reare; on which their second succours lay:
+    Which were the youth, most of the Noblest blood,
+    Vnder the Ensignes of their names that stood.
+
+[Stanza 171]
+
+  Then of the stakes he doth the care commend,
+  To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong,
+  Onely diuis'd the Archers to defend,
+  Pointed with Iron and of fiue foote long;
+  To be remou'd still which way they should bend,
+  Where the French Horse should thick'st vpon them throng
+    Which when the Host to charge each other went,
+    Show'd his great wit that first did them inuent.
+
+[Stanza 172: _The scornfull message of the French to the King of
+England._]
+
+[_The Kings answer to the French._]
+
+  Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight,
+  The French themselues assuring of the day;
+  Send to the King of England (as in spight)
+  To know what he would for his Ransome pay,
+  Who with this answere doth their scorne requite:
+  I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay,
+    And e'r the day be past, I hope to see,
+    That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.
+
+[Stanza 173: _The Constables Oration to the French._]
+
+  The French which found how little Henry makes,
+  Of their vaine boasts, as set therewith on fire,
+  Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes;
+  The Constable to raise their spleene the hyer,
+  Thus speakes: Braue friends now for your Grandsires sakes,
+  Your Country, Honours, or what may inspire
+    Your soules with courage, straine vp all your powers,
+    To make this day victoriously ours.
+
+[Stanza 174]
+
+  Forward stout French, your valours and aduance,
+  By taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine,
+  And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
+  Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine:
+  Now with your swords their Traytours bosomes lance,
+  And with their bloods wash out that ancient staine,
+    And make our earth drunke with the English gore,
+    Which hath of ours oft surfited before.
+
+[Stanza 175]
+
+  Let not one liue in England once to tell,
+  What of their King, or of the rest became:
+  Nor to the English, what in France befell:
+  But what is bruted by the generall fame:
+  But now the Drummes began so lowd to yell,
+  As cut off further what he would declame:
+    And Henry seeing them on so fast to make,
+    Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake.
+
+[Stanza 176: _The King of Englands Oration to the English._]
+
+  Thinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause,
+  And he's no man their number that will wey;
+  Thus our great Grandsire purchas'd his applause,
+  The more they are, the greater is our prey,
+  We'll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes,
+  And let report to England this Conuey
+    That it for me no Ransome e'r shall rayse,
+    Either I'le Conquer, or here end my dayes.
+
+[Stanza 177]
+
+  It were no glory for vs to subdue
+  Them, then our number, were the French no more;
+  When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue,
+  Three times so many as themselues before,
+  But to doe something that were strange and new:
+  Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore;
+    Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne,
+    And with their swords we'll hewe yan Forrest downe.
+
+[Stanza 178]
+
+  The meanest Souldier if in Fight he take,
+  The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne,
+  Without controule shall him his prisoner make,
+  And haue his Ransome freely as his owne:
+  Now English lyes our Honour at the stake,
+  And now or neuer be our Valour showne:
+    God and our Cause, Saint George for England stands,
+    Now Charge them English, fortune guide your hands.
+
+[Stanza 179]
+
+  When hearing one wish all the valiant men
+  At home in England, with them present were;
+  The King makes answere instantly agen,
+  I would not haue one man more then is here:
+  If we subdue, lesse should our praise be then:
+  If ouercome, lesse losse shall England beare:
+    And to our numbers we should giue that deede,
+    Which must from Gods owne powerfull hand proceede.
+
+[Stanza 180: _The high valour of the King of England._]
+
+  The dreadfull Charge the Drummes & Trumpets sound,
+  With hearts exalted, though with humbled eyes,
+  When as the English kneeling on the ground,
+  Extend their hands vp to the glorious skyes;
+  Then from the earth as though they did rebound,
+  Actiue as fire immediatly they rise:
+    And such a shrill showt from their throats they sent,
+    As made the French to stagger as they went.
+
+[Stanza 181: _Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the Signall to the English._]
+
+  Wherewith they stopt, when Erpingham which led
+  The Armie, sawe, the showt had made them stand,
+  Wafting his Warder thrice about his head,
+  He cast it vp with his auspicious hand,
+  Which was the signall through the English spread,
+  That they should Charge: which as a dread command
+    Made them rush on, yet with a second rore,
+    Frighting the French worse then they did before.
+
+[Stanza 182]
+
+  But when they sawe the Enemie so slowe,
+  Which they expected faster to come on,
+  Some scattering Shot they sent out as to showe,
+  That their approach they onely stood vpon;
+  Which with more feruour made their rage to glowe,
+  So much disgrace that they had vnder-gone.
+    Which to amend with Ensignes let at large,
+    Vpon the English furiously they Charge.
+
+[Stanza 183: _A Simily of the French charging the English._]
+
+  At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy Tide,
+  Shou'd by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise
+  At the full height, against the ragged side
+  Of so me rough Cliffe (of a Gigantick sise)
+  Foming with rage impetuously doth ride;
+  The angry French (in no lesse furious wise)
+    Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse,
+    Assayle the English to dispierce their force.
+
+[Stanza 184: _The three hundred Archers layd in ambush, disorder the
+French men at Armes at the first encounter._]
+
+  When as those Archers there in Ambush layde,
+  Hauing their Broad side as they came along,
+  With their barb'd Arrowes the French Horses payde:
+  And in their flankes like cruell Hornets stong:
+  They kick and crie, of late that proudly nayde:
+  And from their seats their Armed Riders flong:
+    They ranne together flying from the Dike,
+    And make their Riders one another strike.
+
+[Stanza 185]
+
+  And whilst the Front of the French Vanguard makes,
+  Vpon the English thinking them to Route,
+  Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes,
+  And being wounded, turne themselues about:
+  The Bit into his teeth the Courser takes,
+  And from his Rank flyes with his Master out,
+    Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne,
+    If in the throng not both together throwne.
+
+[Stanza 186]
+
+  Tumbling on heapes, some of their Horses cast
+  With their foure feete all vp into the ayre:
+  Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last:
+  Some breake their Raynes, and thence their Riders beare:
+  Some with their feete stick in the Stirups fast,
+  By their fierce Iades, are trayled here and there:
+    Entangled in their Bridles, one back drawes,
+    And pluckes the Bit out of anothers iawes.
+
+[Stanza 187]
+
+  With showers of Shafts yet still the English ply
+  The French so fast, vpon the point of flight:
+  With the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by,
+  Not all this while had medled in the Fight,
+  Vpon the Horses as in Chase they flye,
+  Arrowes so thick, in such aboundance light,
+    That their broad buttocks men like Butts might see,
+    Whereat for pastime Bow-men shooting be.
+
+[Stanza 188: _Two wings of French horse defeated._]
+
+  When soone De Linnies and Sureres hast,
+  To ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle,
+  With two light wings of Horse which had beene plac't,
+  Still to supply where any should recoyle:
+  But yet their Forces they but vainely waste,
+  For being light, into the generall spoyle.
+    Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine,
+    Yet scapes himselfe; but braue Sureres slaine.
+
+[Stanza 189]
+
+  The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped,
+  Sends his command that instantly it stay,
+  Desiring Yorke so brauely that had led,
+  To hold his Souldiers in their first array,
+  For it the Conflict very much might sted,
+  Somewhat to fall aside, and giue him way,
+    Till full vp to him he might bring his power,
+    And make the Conquest compleate in an hower.
+
+[Stanza 190: _The English Vaward and maine Battaile charge the French
+both at once._]
+
+  Which Yorke obayes, and vp King Henry comes,
+  When for his guidance he had got him roome.
+  The dreadfull bellowing of whose strait-brac'd Drummes,
+  To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome,
+  And them with such stupidity benummes,
+  As though the earth had groaned from her wombe,
+    For the grand slaughter ne'r began till then,
+    Couering the earth with multitudes of men.
+
+[Stanza 191]
+
+  Vpon the French what Englishman not falls,
+  (By the strong Bowmen beaten from their Steeds)
+  With Battle-axes, Halberts, Bills, and Maules,
+  Where, in the slaughter euery one exceedes,
+  Where euery man, his fellow forward calls,
+  And shows him where some great-born Frenchman bleeds
+    Whilst Scalps about like broken pot sherds fly,
+    And kill, kill, kill, the Conquering English cry.
+
+[Stanza 192]
+
+  Now wexed horror to the very height,
+  And scarse a man but wet-shod went in gore,
+  As two together are in deadly fight,
+  And to death wounded, as one tumbleth ore,
+  This Frenchman falling, with his very weight
+  Doth kill another strucken downe before,
+    As he againe so falling, likewise feeles
+    His last breath hastned by anothers heeles.
+
+[Stanza 193]
+
+  And whilst the English eagerly pursue
+  The fearefull French before them still that fly,
+  The points of Bills and Halbers they imbrue
+  In their sicke Bowels, beaten downe that lye,
+  No man respects how, or what blood he drew,
+  Nor can heare those that for their mercie cry.
+    Ears are damm'd vp with howles and hellish sounds
+    One fearefull noyse a fearefuller confounds.
+
+[Stanza 194: _Charles de la Breth Constable of France._]
+
+  When the couragious Constable of France,
+  Th'vnlucky Vanguard valiantly that led,
+  Sawe the day turn'd by this disastrous chance,
+  And how the French before the English fled;
+  O stay (quoth he) your Ensignes yet aduance,
+  Once more vpon the Enemy make head:
+    Neuer let France say, we were vanquisht so,
+    With our backs basely turn'd vpon our Foe.
+
+[Stanza 195: _The Admirall._]
+
+  Whom the Chattillyon hapned to accost,
+  And seeing thus the Constable dismayde:
+  Shift noble Lord (quoth he) the day is lost,
+  If the whole world vpon the match were layde,
+  I cannot thinke but that Black Edwards Ghost
+  Assists the English, and our Horse hath frayde;
+    If not, some Diuels they haue with them then,
+    That fight against vs in the shapes of men.
+
+[Stanza 196]
+
+  Not I my Lord, the Constable replies:
+  By my blest soule, the Field I will not quit:
+  Whilst two braue Battailes are to bring supplies:
+  Neither of which one stroke haue strucken yet:
+  Nay (quoth Dampeir) I doe not this aduise
+  More then your selfe, that I doe feare a whit:
+    Spurre vp my Lord, then side to side with mee,
+    And that I feare not, you shall quickly see.
+
+[Stanza 197: _The Admirall slaine._]
+
+  They struck their Rowells to the bleeding sides
+  Of their fierce Steeds into the ayre that sprong:
+  And as their fury at that instant guides:
+  They thrust themselues into the murth'ring throng,
+  Where such bad fortune those braue Lords betides:
+  The Admirall from off his Horse was flong,
+    For the sterne English downe before them beere
+    All that withstand, the Pesant and the Peere.
+
+[Stanza 198: _The Constable slaine._]
+
+  Which when the noble Constable with griefe,
+  Doth this great Lord vpon the ground behold;
+  In his account so absolute a Chiefe,
+  Whose death through France he knew would be condol'd,
+  Like a braue Knight to yeeld his friend reliefe,
+  Doing as much as possibly he could,
+    Both horse and man is borne into the mayne,
+    And from his friend not halfe a furlong slayne.
+
+[Stanza 199]
+
+  Now Willoughby vpon his well-Arm'd Horse,
+  Into the midst of this Battalion brought,
+  And valiant Fanhope no whit lesse in force,
+  Himselfe hath thither through the squadrons raught,
+  Whereas the English without all remorce,
+  (Looking like men that deepely were distraught)
+    Smoking with sweat, besmear'd with dust and blood,
+    Cut into Cantels all that them withstood.
+
+[Stanza 200]
+
+  Yet whilst thus hotely they hold vp the Chase
+  Vpon the French, and had so high a hand:
+  The Duke of Burbon to make good his place,
+  Inforc'd his troupes (with much adoe) to stand,
+  To whom the Earle of Suffolke makes a pace,
+  Bringing a fresh, and yet-vnfought-with Band:
+    Of valiant Bill-men, Oxford with successe,
+    Vp with his Troupes doth with the other presse.
+
+[Stanza 201]
+
+  When in comes Orleance, quite thrust off before,
+  By those rude crowdes that from the English ran,
+  Encouraging stout Burbons Troupes the more,
+  T'affront the Foe that instantly began:
+  Faine would the Duke (if possible) restore,
+  (Doing as much as could be done by man)
+    Their Honour lost, by this their late Defeate,
+    And caused onely, by their base Retreate.
+
+[Stanza 202]
+
+  Their men at Armes their Lances closely lock
+  One in another, and come vp so round,
+  That by the strength and horrour of the shock,
+  They forc'd the English to forsake their ground,
+  Shrinking no more then they had beene a Rock,
+  Though by the Shafts receiuing many a wound,
+    As they would showe, that they were none of those,
+    That turn'd their backs so basely to their Foes.
+
+[Stanza 203: _The courage of Woodhouse remarkable._]
+
+  Panting for breath, his Murrian in his hand,
+  Woodhouse comes in as back the English beare,
+  My Lords (quoth he) what now inforc'd to stand,
+  When smiling Fortune off'reth vs so faire,
+  The French lye yonder like to wreakes of sand,
+  And you by this our glory but impaire:
+    Or now, or neuer, your first Fight maintaine,
+    Chatillyon and the Constable are slaine.
+
+[Stanza 204]
+
+  Hand ouer head pell mell vpon them ronne,
+  If you will proue the Masters of the day,
+  Ferrers and Greystock haue so brauely done,
+  That I enuie their glory, and dare say,
+  From all the English, they the Gole haue woone;
+  Either let's share, or they'll beare all away.
+    This spoke, his Ax about his head he flings,
+    And hasts away, as though his heeles had winges.
+
+[Stanza 205]
+
+  The Incitation of this youthfull Knight,
+  Besides amends for their Retrayte to make,
+  Doth re-enforce their courage, with their might:
+  A second Charge with speed to vndertake;
+  Neuer before were they so mad to fight,
+  When valiant Fanhope thus the Lords bespake,
+    Suffolke and Oxford as braue Earles you be,
+    Once more beare vp with Willoughby and me.
+
+[Stanza 206]
+
+  Why now, me think'st I heare braue Fanhope speake,
+  Quoth noble Oxford, thou hast thy desire:
+  These words of thine shall yan Battalion breake:
+  And for my selfe I neuer will retire,
+  Vntill our Teene vpon the French we wreake:
+  Or in this our last enterprise expire:
+    This spoke, their Gauntlets each doth other giue,
+    And to the Charge as fast as they could driue.
+
+[Stanza 207]
+
+  That slaughter seem'd to haue but stay'd for breath,
+  To make the horrour to ensue the more:
+  With hands besmear'd with blood, when meager Death
+  Looketh more grisly then he did before:
+  So that each body seem'd but as a sheath
+  To put their swords in, to the Hilts in gore:
+    As though that instant were the end of all,
+    To fell the French, or by the French to fall.
+
+[Stanza 208: _A Simily of the apparance of the Battell._]
+
+  Looke how you see a field of standing Corne,
+  When some strong winde in Summer haps to blowe,
+  At the full height, and ready to be shorne,
+  Rising in waues, how it doth come and goe
+  Forward and backward, so the crowds are borne,
+  Or as the Edie turneth in the flowe:
+    And aboue all the Bills and Axes play,
+    As doe the Attoms in the Sunny ray.
+
+[Stanza 209]
+
+  Now with mayne blowes their Armours are vnbras'd,
+  And as the French before the English fled,
+  With their browne Bills their recreant backs they baste,
+  And from their shoulders their faint Armes doe shred,
+  One with a gleaue neere cut off by the waste,
+  Another runnes to ground with halfe a head:
+    Another stumbling falleth in his flight,
+    Wanting a legge, and on his face doth light.
+
+[Stanza 210]
+
+  The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,
+  And those fewe left them ready still to route,
+  Hauing great skill, and no lesse courage showne;
+  Yet of their safeties much began to doubt,
+  For hauing fewe about them of their owne,
+  And by the English so impal'd about,
+    Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld,
+    Or else abide the fury of the field.
+
+[Stanza 211: _The Duke of Burbon and Orleance taken prisoners._]
+
+  They put themselues on those victorious Lords,
+  Who led the Vanguard with so good successe,
+  Bespeaking them with honourable words,
+  Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse,
+  Who by the strength of their commanding swords,
+  Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring presse,
+    By Suffolks ayde till they away were sent,
+    Who with a Guard conuay'd them to his Tent.
+
+[Stanza 212]
+
+  When as their Souldiers to eschew the sack,
+  Gainst their owne Battell bearing in their flight,
+  By their owne French are strongly beaten back:
+  Lest they their Ranks, should haue disord'red quight,
+  So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack
+  Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,
+    Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd
+    To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem'd.
+
+[Stanza 213: _Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon._]
+
+  And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,
+  Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,
+  And let that Villaine from the field that flyes
+  By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:
+  All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes
+  On this dayes battell, let me be the first
+    That turn'd yee back vpon your desperate Foes,
+    To saue our Honours, though our lyues we lose.
+
+[Stanza 214]
+
+  To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe, which long
+  Had in the Battaile ranged here and there,
+  A thousand Bills, a thousand Bowes among,
+  And had seene many spectakles of feare,
+  And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong,
+  By that which he had chanst from him to heare,
+    Vpon the shoulder claps him, Prince quoth he,
+    Since I mast fall, o let me fall with thee.
+
+[Stanza 215]
+
+  Scarse had he spoke, but th'English them inclose,
+  And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,
+  Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,
+  When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,
+  Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,
+  Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,
+    In this small time, who since the Field begun,
+    Haue done as much, as can by men be done.
+
+[Stanza 216]
+
+  Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,
+  Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine,
+  Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue,
+  And for their Ransomes two such to retaine:
+  Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue,
+  And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine,
+    And with such danger through the presse they wade,
+    As of their liues but small account they made.
+
+[Stanza 217: _The Daulphin of Auerney slaine._]
+
+[_The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner._]
+
+  Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get,
+  Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay,
+  The valient Daulphin had discharg'd his debt,
+  Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day.
+  The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset:
+  Had left all hope of life to scape away:
+    Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came,
+    And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name.
+
+[Stanza 218]
+
+  Now the mayne Battaile of the French came on,
+  The Vanward vanquisht, quite the Field doth flye,
+  And other helpes besides this, haue they none:
+  But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,
+  And therefore now it standeth them vpon,
+  To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:
+    For the fierce English charge so home and sore,
+    As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.
+
+[Stanza 219: _The Duke of Yorke slaine._]
+
+  The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,
+  Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,
+  And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,
+  Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,
+  Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne,
+  So that the French which quickly got betweene
+    Him and his succours, that great Chiefetaine slue,
+    Who brauely fought whilest any breath he drew.
+
+[Stanza 220: _The King heareth of the Duke of Yorks death._]
+
+  The newes soone brought to this Couragious King,
+  Orespred his face with a distempred Fire,
+  Though making little shew of any thing,
+  Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire,
+  More then before the Frenchmen menacing;
+  And hee was heard thus softly to respire:
+    Well, of thy blood reuenged will I bee,
+    Or ere one houre be past Ile follow thee.
+
+[Stanza 221: _The Kings resolution._]
+
+  When as the frolike Caualry of France,
+  That in the head of the maine Battaile came,
+  Perceiu'd the King of England to aduance,
+  To Charge in person; It doth them inflame,
+  Each one well hoping it might be his chance
+  To sease vpon him, which was all their ayme,
+    Then with the brauest of the English mett,
+    Themselues that there before the King had sett.
+
+[Stanza 222: _The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English, at the
+Ioyning of the two mayne Battailes, in fiue Stanzas._]
+
+  When the Earle of Cornewal with vnusuall force,
+  Encounters Grandpre (next that came to hand)
+  In Strength his equall, blow for blow they scorce,
+  Weelding their Axes as they had beene wands,
+  Till the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse
+  Ouer whom straight the Count Salines stands,
+    And lendeth Cornwal such a blow withall,
+    Ouer the Crupper that he makes him fall.
+
+[Stanza 223]
+
+  Cornwal recouers, for his Armes were good,
+  And to Salines maketh vp againe,
+  Who changde such boysterous buffets, that the blood,
+  Doth through the Ioints of their strong Armour straine,
+  Till Count Salines sunck downe where he stood,
+  Blamount who sees the Count Salines slaine,
+    Straight copes with Cornwal beaten out of breath
+    Till Kent comes in, and rescues him from death.
+
+[Stanza 224]
+
+  Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth flye,
+  Who at the Earle with no lesse courage struck,
+  And one the other with such knocks they plye,
+  That eithers Axe in th'others Helmet stuck;
+  Whilst they are wrastling, crossing thigh with thigh;
+  Their Axes pykes, which soonest out should pluck:
+    They, fall to ground like in their Casks to smother,
+    With their clutcht Gauntlets cuffing one another.
+
+[Stanza 225: _Called Cluet of Brabant._]
+
+  Couragious Cluet grieued at the sight
+  Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall,
+  Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might;
+  Whose comming seem'd the stout Lord Scales to call,
+  Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight,
+  When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall,
+    Gainst him goes Roussy, in then Louell ran,
+    Whom next Count Moruyle chuseth as his man.
+
+[Stanza 226]
+
+  Their Curates are vnriuetted with blowes,
+  With horrid wounds their breasts and faces slasht;
+  There drops a cheeke, and there falls off a nose:
+  And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht;
+  Yet still the Better with the English goes;
+  The earth of France with her owne blood is washt;
+    They fall so fast, she scarse affords them roome,
+    That one mans Trunke becomes anothers Toombe.
+
+[Stanza 227: _The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntingdon
+With breach of promise._]
+
+  When Suffolk chargeth Huntingdon with sloth,
+  Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin,
+  And had neglected his fast plighted troth
+  Vpon the Field, the Battaile to begin,
+  That where the one was, there they would be both;
+  When the stout Earle of Huntingdon, to win
+    Trust with his friends; doth this himselfe enlarge
+    To this great Earle who dares him thus to charge.
+
+[Stanza 228]
+
+  My Lord (quoth he) it is not that I feare,
+  More then your selfe, that so I haue not gone;
+  But that I haue beene forced to be neare
+  The King, whose person I attend vpon,
+  And that I doubt not but to make appeare
+  Now, if occasion shall but call me on,
+    Looke round about my Lord, if you can see,
+    Some braue aduenture worthy you and me.
+
+[Stanza 229: _A desperate attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon._]
+
+  See yan proud Banner, of the Duke of Barres,
+  Me thinkst it wafts vs, and I heare it say,
+  Wher's that couragious Englishman that darres,
+  Aduenture, but to carry me away,
+  This were a thing, now worthy of our warres;
+  I'st true, quoth Suffolke, by this blessed day,
+    On, and weele haue it, sayst thou so indeed,
+    Quoth Huntingdon, then Fortune be our speed.
+
+[Stanza 230]
+
+  And through the Ranckes then rushing in their pride,
+  They make a Lane; about them so they lay,
+  Foote goes with foote, and side is ioynde to side,
+  They strike downe all that stand within their way,
+  And to direct them, haue no other guide,
+  But as they see the multitude to sway;
+    And as they passe, the French as to defie,
+    Saint George for England and the King they cry.
+
+[Stanza 231: _One braue exploit begetteth another._]
+
+  By their examples, each braue English blood,
+  Vpon the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne,
+  Thick there as trees within a well-growne wood;
+  Where great Atchiements instantly were done,
+  Against them toughly whilst that Nation stood,
+  But o what man his destinie can shunne
+    That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne,
+    When he much valour sundry wayes hath showne.
+
+[Stanza 232: _The Earle of Suffolke slaine._]
+
+  Which the proud English further doth prouoke,
+  Who to destruction bodily were bent,
+  That the maine Battaile instantly they broke,
+  Vpon the French so furiously they went
+  And not an English but doth scorne a stroake,
+  If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent,
+    Who weake with wounds, their weapons from them threw,
+    With which the English fearefully them slue.
+
+[Stanza 233: _The English kill the French with their owne weapons._]
+
+  Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne,
+  By those vnarm'd that from the English fled,
+  All further hopes then vtterly forlorne,
+  His Noble heart in his full Bosome bled;
+  What Fate, quoth he, our ouerthrowe hath sworne,
+  Must France a Prisoner be to England led,
+    Well, if she be so, yet Ile let her see,
+    She beares my Carkasse with her, and not me.
+
+[Stanza 234]
+
+  And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere,
+  When with the courage of a valiant Knight
+  (As one that knew not, or forgot to feare)
+  He tow'rds King Henry maketh in the fight,
+  And all before him as he downe doth beare,
+  Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light:
+    Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth bring,
+    Scarse two Pykes length that came before the King.
+
+[Stanza 235: _The Duke of Glocester ouerthrowne by the Duke of
+Alanzon._]
+
+  Their Staues both strongly riuetted with steele,
+  At the first stroke each other they astound,
+  That as they staggering from each other reele;
+  The Duke of Gloster falleth to the ground:
+  When as Alanzon round about doth wheele,
+  Thinking to lend him his last deadly wound:
+    In comes the King his Brothers life to saue
+    And to this braue Duke, a fresh on-set gaue.
+
+[Stanza 236]
+
+  When as themselues like Thunderbolts they shot,
+  One at the other, and the Lightning brake
+  Out of their Helmets, and againe was not,
+  E'r of their strokes, the eare a sound could take
+  Betwixt them two, the Conflict grew so hot,
+  Which those about them so amaz'd doth make,
+    That they stood still as wondring at the sight,
+    And quite forgot that they themselues must fight.
+
+[Stanza 237: _The King of England in danger to be slaine, by the Duke of
+Alanzon._]
+
+  Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,
+  That with a stroke (as he was wondrous strong)
+  He cleft the Crowne that on his Helme he wore,
+  And tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong:
+  Then with a second brus'd his Helme before,
+  That it his forehead pittifully wroong:
+    As some that sawe it certainly had thought,
+    The King therewith had to the ground beene brought.
+
+[Stanza 238: _Alanzon beaten downe by the King of England._]
+
+  But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit,
+  (As now his valour lay vpon the Rack)
+  Vpon the face the Duke so strongly hit,
+  As in his Saddle layde him on his back,
+  And once perceiuing that he had him split,
+  Follow'd his blowes, redoubling thwack on thwack:
+    Till he had lost his Stirups, and his head
+    Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread.
+
+[Stanza 239: _The King killeth two Gentlemen that aduenture to rescue
+the Duke._]
+
+  When soone two other seconding their Lord,
+  His kind Companions in this glorious prize,
+  Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor'd,
+  If to his feet his Armes would let him rise:
+  On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor'd;
+  Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies,
+    And on his body slew them both, whilst he
+    Recouering was their ayde againe to be.
+
+[Stanza 240]
+
+  The King thus made the Master of the Fight:
+  The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye:
+  Henry I'le pay my Ransome, doe me right:
+  I am the Duke Alanzon; it is I.
+  The King to saue him putting all his might,
+  Yet the rude Souldiers, with their showt and crie,
+    Quite drown'd his voyce, his Helmet being shut,
+    And, that braue Duke into small peeces cut.
+
+[Stanza 241: _The Duke of Alanzon slaine._]
+
+  Report once spred, through the distracted Host,
+  Of their prime hope, the Duke Alanzon slayne:
+  That flower of France, on whom they trusted most:
+  They found their valour was but then in vayne:
+  Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost,
+  Who slowly fled before, now ranne amayne.
+    Nor could a man be found, but that dispaires
+    Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs.
+
+[Stanza 242: _The Duke Neuers taken prisoner._]
+
+  The Duke Neuers, now in this sad retreat,
+  By Dauid Gam and Morisby persude,
+  (Who throughly chaf'd, neere melted into sweat,
+  And with French blood their Poleaxes imbrud)
+  They sease vpon him following the defeate,
+  Amongst the faint, and fearefull multitude;
+    When a contention fell betweene them twaine,
+    To whom the Duke should rightfully pertaine.
+
+[Stanza 243: _Morisby and Gam at contention for the Duke of Neuers._]
+
+  I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase,
+  Quoth Morrisby; but lefts him in the throng,
+  Then put I on; quoth Gam, hast thou the face,
+  Insulting Knight, to offer me this wrong;
+  Quoth Morrisby, who shall decide the case,
+  Let him confesse to whom he doth belong;
+    Let him (quoth Gam) but if't be not to me,
+    For any right you haue, he may goe free.
+
+[Stanza 244: _Morisby a braue young Knight._]
+
+[_Dauid Gam oft mentioned in this Poem._]
+
+  With that couragious Morrisby grew hot,
+  Were not said he his Ransome worth a pin,
+  Now by these Armes I weare thou gett'st him not:
+  Or if thou do'st, thou shalt him hardly win;
+  Gam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot,
+  To bend his Axe vpon him doth begin:
+    He his at him, till the Lord Beamount came
+    Their rash attempt, and wisely thus doth blame.
+
+[Stanza 245]
+
+  Are not the French twice trebl'd to our power,
+  And fighting still, nay, doubtfull yet the day:
+  Thinke you not these vs fast enough deuoure:
+  But that your braues the Army must dismay:
+  If ought but good befell vs in this howre:
+  This be you sure your lyues for it must pay:
+    Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see,
+    And then decide whose prisoner he shall be.
+
+[Stanza 246: _The Duke of Excester cometh in with the Reare._]
+
+  Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare
+  Came on, which long had labour'd to come in:
+  And with the Kings mayne Battell vp doth beare;
+  Who still kept off, till the last houre had bin:
+  He cryes and clamours eu'ry way doth heare:
+  But yet he knew not which the day should win:
+    Nor askes of any what were fit to doe,
+    But where the French were thick'st, he falleth to.
+
+[Stanza 247]
+
+  The Earle of Vandom certainly that thought,
+  The English fury somewhat had beene stayde:
+  Weary with slaughter as men ouer-wrought,
+  Nor had beene spurr'd on by a second ayde:
+  For his owne safety, then more fiercely fought,
+  Hoping the tempest somewhat had been layde:
+    And he thereby (though suff'ring the defeate,)
+    Might keep his Reareward whole in his Retreate.
+
+[Stanza 248]
+
+  On whom the Duke of Excester then fell,
+  Reare with the Reare now for their Valours vy,
+  Ours finde the French their lyues will dearely sell;
+  And th'English meane as dearely them to buy:
+  The English follow, should they runne through hell,
+  And through the same the French must, if they flye,
+    When too't they goe, deciding it with blowes,
+    With th'one side now, then with th'other't goes.
+
+[Stanza 249]
+
+  But the sterne English with such luck and might,
+  (As though the Fates had sworne to take their parts)
+  Vpon the French preuailing in the Fight,
+  With doubled hands, and with re-doubled harts,
+  The more in perill still the more in plight,
+  Gainst them whom Fortune miserably thwarts:
+    Disabled quite before the Foe to stand,
+    But fall like grasse before the Mowers hand.
+
+[Stanza 250: _The Earle of Vandome slaine._]
+
+  That this French Earle is beaten on the Field,
+  His fighting Souldiers round about him slaine;
+  And when himselfe a Prisoner he would yeeld,
+  And beg'd for life, it was but all in vaine;
+  Their Bills the English doe so easely weeld
+  To kill the French, as though it were no paine;
+    For this to them was their auspicious day,
+    The more the English fight, the more they may.
+
+[Stanza 251]
+
+  When now the Marshall Boucequalt, which long
+  Had through the Battaile waded eu'ry way,
+  Oft hazarded the murther'd Troupes among,
+  Encouraging them to abide the day:
+  Finding the Army that he thought so strong,
+  Before the English faintly to dismay,
+    Brings on the wings which of the rest remain'd,
+    With which the Battaile stoutly he maintain'd.
+
+[Stanza 252: _Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred
+Archers._]
+
+  Till olde Sir Thomas Erpingham at last,
+  With those three hundred Archers commeth in,
+  Which layd in ambush not three houres yet past;
+  Had the Defeat of the French Army bin,
+  With these that noble Souldier maketh hast,
+  Lest other from him should the honour win:
+    Who as before now stretch their well-wax'd strings,
+    At the French Horse then comming in the wings.
+
+[Stanza 253]
+
+  The soyle with slaughter eu'ry where they load,
+  Whilst the French stoutly to the English stood,
+  The drops from eithers emptied veynes that flow'd,
+  Where it was lately firme had made a flood:
+  But heau'n that day to the braue English ow'd;
+  The Sunne that rose in water, set in blood:
+    Nothing but horrour to be look'd for there,
+    And the stout Marshall vainely doth but feare.
+
+[Stanza 254: _The Marshall of France slaine._]
+
+  His Horse sore wounded whilst he went aside,
+  To take another still that doth attend,
+  A shaft which some too-lucky hand doth guide,
+  Peircing his Gorget brought him to his end;
+  Which when the proud Lord Falkonbridge espide,
+  Thinking from thence to beare away his friend,
+    Strucke from his Horse, with many a mortall wound,
+    Is by the English nayled to the ground.
+
+[Stanza 255]
+
+  The Marshalls death so much doth them affright,
+  That downe their weapons instantly they lay,
+  And better yet to fit them for their flight,
+  Their weightier Armes, they wholly cast away,
+  Their hearts so heauy, makes their heeles so light,
+  That there was no intreating them to stay,
+    Ore hedge and ditch distractedly they take,
+    And happiest he, that greatest haste could make.
+
+[Stanza 256: _Count Vadamount._]
+
+[_The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince._]
+
+  When Vadamount now in the Conflict mett,
+  With valient Brabant, whose high valour showne
+  That day, did many a blunted Courage whett,
+  Else long before that from the Field had flowne,
+  Quoth Vadamount, see how we are besett,
+  To death like to be troden by our owne,
+    My Lord of Brabant, what is to be done?
+    See how the French before the English runne.
+
+[Stanza 257: _A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant against the
+French._]
+
+  Why, let them runne and neuer turne the head,
+  Quoth the braue Duke, vntill their hatefull breath
+  Forsake their Bodies, and so farre haue fled,
+  That France be not disparadg'd by their death:
+  Who trusts to Cowards ne'r is better sped,
+  Be he accurst, with such that holdeth faith,
+    Slaughter consume the Recreants as they flye,
+    Branded with shame, so basely may they dye.
+
+[Stanza 258]
+
+  Ignoble French, your fainting Cowardize craues
+  The dreadfull curse of your owne Mother earth,
+  Hardning her breast, not to allow you graues,
+  Be she so much ashamed of your birth;
+  May he be curst that one of you but saues,
+  And be in France hereafter such a dearth
+    Of Courage, that men from their wits it feare,
+    A Drumme, or Trumpet when they hap to heare.
+
+[Stanza 259: _Anthony Duke of Brabant, sonne to the Duke of Burgundy._]
+
+  From Burgundy brought I the force I had,
+  To fight for them, that ten from one doe flye;
+  It splits my breast, O that I could be mad;
+  To vexe these Slaues who would not dare to dye:
+  In all this Army is there not a Lad,
+  Th'ignoble French for Cowards that dare crye:
+    If scarse one found, then let me be that one,
+    The English Army that oppos'd alone.
+
+[Stanza 260: _The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine._]
+
+  This said, he puts his Horse vpon his speed,
+  And in, like lightning on the English flewe:
+  Where many a Mothers sonne he made to bleed,
+  Whilst him with much astonishment they viewe:
+  Where hauing acted many a Knight-like deed,
+  Him and his Horse they all to peeces hewe:
+    Yet he that day more lasting glory wan,
+    Except Alanzon then did any man.
+
+[Stanza 261: _Many of the French in their flight get into an old Fort._]
+
+  When as report to great King Henry came,
+  Of a vast Route which from the Battaile fled,
+  (Amongst the French most men of speciall name)
+  By the stout English fiercely followed;
+  Had for their safety, (much though to their shame)
+  Got in their flight into so strong a sted,
+    So fortifi'd by nature (as 'twas thought)
+    They might not thence, but with much blood be brought.
+
+[Stanza 262: _The Kings slight answer._]
+
+  An aged Rampire, with huge Ruines heapt,
+  Which seru'd for Shot, gainst those that should assayle,
+  Whose narrow entrance they with Crosbowes kept,
+  Whose sharpned quarres came in show'rs like hayle:
+  Quoth the braue King, first let the field be swept,
+  And with the rest we well enough shall deale;
+    Which though some heard, and so shut vp their eare,
+    Yet relish'd not with many Souldiers there.
+
+[Stanza 263]
+
+  Some that themselues by Ransomes would enrich,
+  (To make their pray of Pesants yet dispise)
+  Felt as they thought their bloody palmes to itch,
+  To be in action for their wealthy prize:
+  Others whom onely glory doth bewitch,
+  Rather then life would to this enterprize:
+    Most men seem'd willing, yet not any one
+    Would put himselfe this great exployt vpon.
+
+[Stanza 264: _Woodhouse ieereth at the attempt._]
+
+  Which Woodhouse hearing meerily thus spake,
+  (One that right well knew, both his worth and wit)
+  A dangerous thing it is to vndertake
+  A Fort, where Souldiers be defending it,
+  Perhaps they sleepe, and if they should awake,
+  With stones, or with their shafts they may vs hitt,
+    And in our Conquest whilst so well we fare,
+    It were meere folly, but I see none dare.
+
+[Stanza 265: _Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse._]
+
+  Which Gam o'r hearing (being neere at hand)
+  Not dare quoth he, and angerly doth frowne,
+  I tell thee Woodhouse, some in presence stand,
+  Dare propp the Sunne if it were falling downe,
+  Dare graspe the bolt from Thunder in his hand,
+  And through a Cannon leape into a Towne;
+    I tell thee, a resolued man may doe
+    Things, that thy thoughts, yet neuer mounted to.
+
+[Stanza 266]
+
+  I know that resolution may doe much,
+  Woodhouse replyes, but who could act my thought,
+  With his proud head the Pole might easely tuch,
+  And Gam quoth he, though brauely thou hast fought,
+  Yet not the fame thou hast attain'd too, such,
+  But that behind, as great is to be bought,
+    And yonder tis, then Gam come vp with me,
+    Where soone the King our Courages shall see.
+
+[Stanza 267]
+
+  Agreed quoth Gam, and vp their Troopes they call,
+  Hand ouer head, and on the French they ran,
+  And to the fight couragiously they fall,
+  When on both sides the slaughter soone began;
+  Fortune awhile indifferent is to all,
+  These what they may, and those doe what they can.
+    Woodhouse and Gam, vpon each other vye,
+    By Armes their manhood desperatly to try.
+
+[Stanza 268: _Captaine Gam slaine._]
+
+[_For this seruice done by Woodhouse, there was an addition of honour
+giuen him: which was a hand holding a Club: with the word _Frappe Fort_,
+which is born by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke, to this day._]
+
+  To clime the Fort the Light-Arm'd English striue,
+  And some by Trees there growing to ascend;
+  The French with Flints let at the English driue,
+  Themselues with Shields the Englishmen defend,
+  And faine the Fort downe with their hands would riue:
+  Thus either side their vtmost power extend,
+    Till valiant Gam sore wounded, drawne aside
+    By his owne Souldiers, shortly after dy'de.
+
+[Stanza 269]
+
+  Then take they vp the bodies of the slaine,
+  Which for their Targets ours before them beare,
+  And with a fresh assault come on againe;
+  Scarse in the Field yet, such a fight as there,
+  Crosse-bowes, and Long-bowes at it are amaine,
+  Vntil the French their massacre that feare,
+    Of the fierce English, a cessation craue,
+    Offring to yeeld, so they their liues would saue.
+
+[Stanza 270]
+
+  Lewis of Burbon in the furious heat
+  Of this great Battaile, hauing made some stay,
+  Who with the left wing suffered a defeate,
+  In the beginning of this lucklesse day,
+  Finding the English forcing their retreat,
+  And that much hope vpon his valour lay,
+    Fearing lest he might vndergoe some shame,
+    That were vnworthy of the Burbon name.
+
+[Stanza 271]
+
+  Hath gathered vp some scattred Troopes of Horse,
+  That in the Field stood doubtfull what to doe;
+  Though with much toyle, which he doth reinforce
+  With some small power that he doth add thereto,
+  Proclaiming still the English had the worse,
+  And now at last, with him if they would goe,
+    He dares assure them Victory, if not
+    The greatest fame that euer Souldiers gott.
+
+[Stanza 272: _A deuise of Burbons to giue encouragement to the French._]
+
+  And being wise, so Burbon to beguile
+  The French, (preparing instantly to fly)
+  Procures a Souldier, by a secret wile
+  To come in swiftly and to craue supply,
+  That if with Courage they would fight awhile,
+  It certaine was the English all should dye,
+    For that the King had offered them to yeeld,
+    Finding his troopes to leaue him on the Field.
+
+[Stanza 273]
+
+  When Arthur Earle of Richmount comming in,
+  With the right wing that long staid out of sight,
+  Hauing too lately with the English bin,
+  But finding Burbon bent againe to fight,
+  His former credit hoping yet to winn,
+  (Which at that instant easily he might)
+    Comes close vp with him, and puts on as fast,
+    Brauely resolu'd to fight it to the last.
+
+[Stanza 274]
+
+  And both encourag'd by the newes was braught
+  Of the ariuing of the Daulphins power;
+  Whose speedy Van, their Reare had almost raught,
+  (From Agincourt discouer'd from a Tower)
+  Which with the Norman Gallantry was fraught,
+  And on the suddaine comming like a shower;
+    Would bring a deluge on the English Host,
+    Whilst they yet stood their victory to boast.
+
+[Stanza 275: _A simily of the French._]
+
+  And one they come, as doth a rowling tide,
+  Forc'd by a winde, that shoues it forth so fast,
+  Till it choke vp some chanell side to side,
+  And the craz'd banks doth downe before it cast,
+  Hoping the English would them not abide,
+  Or would be so amazed at their hast,
+    That should they faile to route them at their will,
+    Yet of their blood, the fields should drinke their fill.
+
+[Stanza 276]
+
+  When as the English whose o'r-wearied Armes,
+  Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore,
+  These inexpected, and so fierce Alarmes,
+  To their first strength doe instantly restore,
+  And like a Stoue their stifned sinewes warmes,
+  To act as brauely as they did before;
+    And the proud French as stoutly to oppose,
+    Scorning to yeeld one foot despight of blowes.
+
+[Stanza 277]
+
+  The fight is fearefull, for stout Burbon brings
+  His fresher forces on with such a shocke,
+  That they were like to cut the Archers strings
+  E're they their Arrowes hansomly could nock
+  The French like Engines that were made with springs:
+  Themselues so fast into the English lock,
+    That th'one was like the other downe to beare,
+    In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.
+
+[Stanza 278]
+
+  Still staggering long they from each other reel'd,
+  Glad that themselues they so could disingage:
+  And falling back vpon the spacious field
+  (For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage)
+  Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld,
+  They with such madnesse execute their rage;
+    As though the former fury of the day,
+    To this encounter had but beene a play.
+
+[Stanza 279]
+
+  Slaughter is now desected to the full,
+  Here from their backs their batter'd Armours fall,
+  Here a sleft shoulder, there a clouen scull,
+  There hang his eyes out beaten with a mall,
+  Vntill the edges of their Bills growe dull,
+  Vpon each other they so spend their gall,
+    Wilde showtes and clamors all the ayre doe fill,
+    The French cry _tue_, and the English kill.
+
+[Stanza 280]
+
+  The Duke of Barre in this vaste spoyle by chance;
+  With the Lord Saint-Iohn on the Field doth meete,
+  Towards whom that braue Duke doth himselfe aduance,
+  Who with the like encounter him doth greete:
+  This English Barron, and this Peere of France,
+  Grapling together, falling from their feete,
+    With the rude crowdes had both to death beene crusht,
+    In for their safety, had their friends not rusht.
+
+[Stanza 281]
+
+  Both againe rais'd, and both their Souldiers shift,
+  To saue their lyues if any way they could:
+  But as the French the Duke away would lift,
+  Vpon his Armes the English taking hould,
+  (Men of that sort, that thought vpon their thrift)
+  Knowing his Ransome dearely would be sould:
+    Dragge him away in spight of their defence,
+    Which to their Quarter would haue borne him thence.
+
+[Stanza 282: _Lewes of Burbon taken prisoner by a meane Souldier._]
+
+  Meane while braue Burbon from his stirring Horse,
+  Gall'd with an Arrow to the earth is throwne;
+  By a meane Souldier seased on by force,
+  Hoping to haue him certainly his owne,
+  Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse:
+  Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne,
+    And he perceiues the Souldier him doth deeme,
+    To be a person of no meane esteeme.
+
+[Stanza 283]
+
+  Berckley and Burnell, two braue English Lords,
+  Flesht with French blood, and in their Valours pride,
+  Aboue their Arm'd heads brandishing their swords,
+  As they tryumphing through the Army ride,
+  Finding what prizes Fortune here affords
+  To eu'ry Souldier, and more wistly eyde
+    This gallant prisoner, by his Arming see,
+    Of the great Burbon family to be.
+
+[Stanza 284: _Lewes of Burbon stabd by the Souldier that took him
+prisoner._]
+
+  And from the Souldier they his Prisoner take,
+  Of which the French Lord seemeth wondrous faine
+  Thereby his safety more secure to make:
+  Which when the Souldier findes his hopes in vaine,
+  So rich a Booty forced to forsake,
+  To put himselfe, and prisoner out of paine:
+    He on the suddaine stabs him, and doth sweare,
+    Would th'aue his Ransome, they should take it there.
+
+[Stanza 285]
+
+  When Rosse and Morley making in amaine,
+  Bring the Lord Darcy vp with them along,
+  Whose Horse had lately vnder him beene slaine;
+  And they on foote found fighting in the throng,
+  Those Lords his friends remounting him againe,
+  Being a man that valiant was and strong:
+    They altogether with a generall hand,
+    Charge on the French that they could finde to stand.
+
+[Stanza 286]
+
+  And yet but vainely as the French suppos'd,
+  For th'Earle of Richmount forth such earth had found,
+  That one two sides with quick-set was enclos'd,
+  And the way to it by a rising ground,
+  By which a while the English were oppos'd,
+  At euery Charge which else came vp so round,
+    As that except the passage put them by,
+    The French as well might leaue their Armes and flye.
+
+[Stanza 287]
+
+  Vpon both parts it furiously is fought,
+  And with such quicknesse riseth to that hight,
+  That horror neede no further to be sought:
+  If onely that might satisfie the sight,
+  Who would haue fame full dearely here it bought,
+  For it was sold by measure and by waight,
+    And at one rate the price still certaine stood,
+    An ounce of honour cost a pound of blood.
+
+[Stanza 288: _The Lords Dampier and Sauesses taken prisoners._]
+
+  When so it hapt that Dampier in the Van,
+  Meetes with stout Darcy, but whilst him he prest,
+  Ouer and ouer commeth horse and man,
+  Of whom the other soone himselfe possest:
+  When as Sauesses vpon Darcy ran
+  To ayde Dampier, but as he him adrest;
+    A Halbert taking hold vpon his Greaues,
+    Him from his Saddle violently heaues.
+
+[Stanza 289]
+
+  When soone fiue hundred Englishmen at Armes,
+  That to the French had giuen many a chase;
+  And when they couered all the Field with swarmes;
+  Yet oft that day had brauely bid them base:
+  Now at the last by raising fresh Alarmes;
+  And comming vp with an vnusuall pace,
+    Made them to knowe, that they must runne or yeeld,
+    Neuer till now the English had the Field.
+
+[Stanza 290: _Arthur Earl of Richmount taken prisoner._]
+
+[_The Count du Marle slaine._]
+
+  Where Arthur Earle of Richmount beaten downe,
+  Is left (suppos'd of eu'ry one for dead)
+  But afterwards awaking from his swoone,
+  By some that found him, was recouered:
+  So Count Du Marle was likewise ouerthrowne:
+  As he was turning meaning to haue fled,
+    Who fights, the colde blade in his bosome feeles,
+    Who flyes, still heares it whisking at his heeles.
+
+[Stanza 291]
+
+  Till all disrank'd, like seely Sheepe they runne,
+  By threats nor prayers, to be constrain'd to stay;
+  For that their hearts were so extreamely done,
+  That fainting oft they fall vpon the way:
+  Or when they might a present perill shunne,
+  They rush vpon it by their much dismay,
+    That from the English should they safely flye,
+    Of their owne very feare, yet they should dye.
+
+[Stanza 292]
+
+  Some they take prisoners, other some they kill,
+  As they affect those vpon whom they fall:
+  For they as Victors may doe what they will:
+  For who this Conqueror to account dare call,
+  In gore the English seeme their soules to swill,
+  And the deiected French must suffer all;
+    Flight, cords, and slaughter, are the onely three,
+    To which themselues subiected they doe see.
+
+[Stanza 293: _The misery of the French._]
+
+  A shoolesse Souldier there a man might meete,
+  Leading his Mounsier by the armes fast bound:
+  Another, his had shackled by the feete;
+  Who like a Cripple shuffled on the ground;
+  Another three or foure before him beete,
+  Like harmefull Chattell driuen to a pound;
+    They must abide it, so the Victor will,
+    Who at his pleasure may, or saue, or kill.
+
+[Stanza 294]
+
+  That braue French Gallant, when the fight began,
+  Who lease of Lackies ambled by his side,
+  Himselfe a Lacky now most basely ran,
+  Whilst a rag'd Souldier on his Horse doth ride,
+  That Rascall is no lesse then at his man,
+  Who was but lately to his Luggadge tide;
+    And the French Lord now courtsies to that slaue,
+    Who the last day his Almes was like to craue.
+
+[Stanza 295: _The French forced to beare the wounded English on their
+backs._]
+
+  And those few English wounded in the fight,
+  They force the French to bring with them away,
+  Who when they were depressed with the weight,
+  Yet dar'd not once their burthen downe to lay,
+  Those in the morne, whose hopes were at their height,
+  Are fallne thus lowe ere the departing day;
+    With pickes of Halberts prickt in steed of goads,
+    Like tyred Horses labouring with their Loads.
+
+[Stanza 296]
+
+  But as the English from the Field returne,
+  Some of those French who when the Fight began,
+  Forsooke their friends, and hoping yet to earne,
+  Pardon, for that so cowardly they ran,
+  Assay the English Carridges to burne,
+  Which to defend them scarsely had a man;
+    For that their keepers to the field were got,
+    To picke such spoyles, as chance should them alott.
+
+[Stanza 297: _A crew of rascall French rifle the King of Englands
+Tents._]
+
+  The Captaines of this Rascall cowardly Route,
+  Were Isambert of Agincourt at hand,
+  Riflant of Clunasse a Dorpe there about,
+  And for the Chiefe in this their base command,
+  Was Robinett of Burnivile; throughout
+  The Countrie knowne, all order to withstand,
+    These with fiue hundred Peasants they had rais'd
+    The English Tents, vpon an instant seas'd.
+
+[Stanza 298]
+
+  For setting on those with the Luggadge left,
+  A few poore Sutlers with the Campe that went,
+  They basely fell to pillage and to theft,
+  And hauing rifled euery Booth and Tent,
+  Some of the sillyest they of life bereft,
+  The feare of which, some of the other sent,
+    Into the Army, with their suddaine cries,
+    Which put the King in feare of fresh supplies.
+
+[Stanza 299: _The French prisoners more in number then the English
+Souldiers._]
+
+  For that his Souldiers tyred in the fight,
+  Their Prisoners more in number then they were,
+  He thought it for a thing of too much weight,
+  T'oppose freshe forces, and to guard them there.
+  The Daulphins Powers, yet standing in their sight,
+  And Burbons Forces of the field not cleere.
+    These yearning cryes, that from the Caridge came,
+    His bloud yet hott, more highly doth inflame
+
+[Stanza 300]
+
+  And in his rage he instantly commands,
+  That euery English should his prisoner kill,
+  Except some fewe in some great Captaines hands
+  Whose Ransomes might his emptyed Cofers fill,
+  Alls one whose loose, or who is nowe in bonds,
+  Both must one way, it is the Conquerers will.
+    Those who late thought, small Ransoms them might free
+    Saw onely death their Ransomes now must be.
+
+[Stanza 301: _The English kill their prisoners._]
+
+[_Expostulation._]
+
+  Accursed French, and could it not suffize,
+  That ye but now bath'd in your natiue gore;
+  But yee must thus infortunately rise,
+  To drawe more plagues vpon yee then before,
+  And gainst your selfe more mischeife to diuise,
+  Then th'English could haue, and set wide the dore.
+    To vtter ruine, and to make an end
+    Of that your selues, which others would not spend.
+
+[Stanza 302]
+
+  Their vtmost rage the English now had breath'd,
+  And their proud heartes gan somewhat to relent,
+  Their bloody swords they quietly had sheath'd,
+  And their strong bowes already were vnbent,
+  To easefull rest their bodies they bequeath'd,
+  Nor farther harme at all to you they ment,
+    And to that paynes must yee them needsly putt,
+    To draw their kniues once more your throats to cutt.
+
+[Stanza 303: _The French cause of their own massechre._]
+
+[_A discriptyon of the Massachre in the foure following stanzas._]
+
+  That French who lately by the English stood,
+  And freely ask'd what ransome he should pay,
+  Whoe somwhat coold, and in a calmer moode,
+  Agreed with him both of the some and day,
+  Nowe findes his flesh must be the present foode,
+  For wolues and Rauens, for the same that stay.
+    And sees his blood on th'others sword to flowe,
+    E'r his quicke sense could aprehend the blowe.
+
+[Stanza 304]
+
+  Whilst one is asking what the bus'nesse is,
+  Hearing (in French) his Country-man to crye:
+  He who detaines him prisoner, answers this:
+  Mounsier, the King commands that you must dye;
+  This is plaine English, whilst he's killing his:
+  He sees another on a French man flye,
+    And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines,
+    Whilst he's demanding what the Garboyle meanes.
+
+[Stanza 305]
+
+  That tender heart whose chance it was to haue,
+  Some one, that day who did much valour showe,
+  Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue:
+  But equall Lots had Fate pleas'd to bestowe:
+  He who his prisoner willingly would saue,
+  Lastly constrain'd to giue the deadly blowe
+    That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe:
+    Turning his face, full bitterly doth weepe.
+
+[Stanza 306]
+
+  Ten thousand French that inwardly were well,
+  Saue some light hurts that any man might heale:
+  Euen at an instant, in a minute fell,
+  And their owne friends their deathes to them to deale.
+  Yet of so many, very fewe could tell,
+  Nor could the English perfectly reueale,
+    The desperate cause of this disastrous hap,
+    That euen as Thunder kill'd them with a clap.
+
+[Stanza 307]
+
+  How happy were those in the very hight,
+  Of this great Battaile, that had brauely dyde,
+  When as their boyling bosomes in the fight,
+  Felt not the sharpe steele thorough them to slide:
+  But these now in a miserable plight,
+  Must in cold blood this massacre abide,
+    Caus'd by those Villaines (curst aliue and dead,)
+    That from the field the passed morning fled.
+
+[Stanza 308]
+
+  When as the King to Crowne this glorious day,
+  Now bids his Souldiers after all this toyle,
+  (No forces found that more might them dismay)
+  Of the dead French to take the gen'rall spoyle,
+  Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu'ry way;
+  For eu'n as Clods they cou'red all the soyle,
+    Commanding none should any one controle,
+    Catch that catch might, but each man to his dole.
+
+[Stanza 309]
+
+  They fall to groping busily for gold,
+  Of which about them the slaine French had store,
+  They finde as much as well their hands can hold,
+  Who had but siluer, him they counted poore,
+  Scarfes, Chaines, and Bracelets, were not to be told,
+  So rich as these no Souldiers were before;
+    Who got a Ring would scarsly put it on,
+    Except therein there were some Radiant stone.
+
+[Stanza 310]
+
+  Out of rich sutes the Noblest French they strip,
+  And leaue their Bodies naked on the ground,
+  And each one fills his Knapsack or his Scrip;
+  With some rare thing that on the Field is found:
+  About his bus'nesse he doth nimbly skip,
+  That had vpon him many a cruell wound:
+    And where they found a French not out-right slaine,
+    They him a prisoner constantly retaine.
+
+[Stanza 311]
+
+  Who scarse a Shirt had but the day before,
+  Nor a whole Stocking to keepe out the cold,
+  Hath a whole Wardrop (at command in store)
+  In the French fashion flaunting it in gold,
+  And in the Tauerne, in his Cups doth rore,
+  Chocking his Crownes, and growes thereby so bold,
+    That proudly he a Captaines name assumes,
+    In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes.
+
+[Stanza 312]
+
+  Waggons and Carts are laden till they crackt,
+  With Armes and Tents there taken in the Field;
+  For want of carridge on whose tops are packt,
+  Ensignes, Coat-Armours, Targets, Speares, and Shields:
+  Nor neede they conuoy, fearing to be sackt;
+  For all the Country to King Henry yeelds,
+    And the poore Pesant helpes along to beare,
+    What late the goods of his proud Landlord were.
+
+[Stanza 313]
+
+  A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:
+  For a French Crowne might any where be bought,
+  But if so be that he had any scarre,
+  Though ne'r so small, he valew'd was at naught;
+  With spoyles so sated the proud English are;
+  Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,
+    Except some rich Caparizon he found,
+    For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.
+
+[Stanza 314]
+
+  And many a hundred beaten downe that were,
+  Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,
+  When as the English ouer-past they heare:
+  And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,
+  Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,
+  Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:
+    But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,
+    They were found dead, and buried with the rest.
+
+[Stanza 315]
+
+  Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear'd,
+  And of the French who were not slaine were fled:
+  Nor in the Field not any then appear'd,
+  That had the power againe to make a head:
+  This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer'd,
+  Thanking his God that he so well had sped,
+    And so tow'rds Callice brauely marching on,
+    Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.
+
+FINIS.
+
+
+
+
+  TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-
+  BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+  Fayre stood the winde for France,
+  When we our sailes aduance,
+  Nor now to proue our chance
+    Longer not tarry,
+  But put vnto the mayne:
+  At Kaux, the mouth of Seine,
+  With all his warlike trayne
+    Landed King Harry.
+
+  And taking many a forte,
+  Furnish'd in warlike sorte,
+  Comming toward Agincourte
+    (In happy houre)
+  Skermishing day by day
+  With those oppose his way,
+  Whereas the Genrall laye
+    With all his powre.
+
+  Which in his height of pride,
+  As Henry to deride,
+  His ransome to prouide
+    Vnto him sending;
+  Which he neglects the while,
+  As from a nation vyle,
+  Yet with an angry smile
+    Their fall portending.
+
+  And turning to his men,
+  Quoth famous Henry then,
+  Though they to one be ten,
+    Be not amazed:
+  Yet haue we well begun;
+  Battailes so brauely wonne
+  Euermore to the sonne
+    By fame are raysed.
+
+  And for my selfe, (quoth hee)
+  This my full rest shall bee,
+  England nere mourne for me,
+    Nor more esteeme me:
+  Victor I will remaine,
+  Or on this earth be slaine;
+  Neuer shall she sustaine
+    Losse to redeeme me.
+
+  Poiters and Cressy tell,
+  When moste their pride did swell,
+  Vnder our swords they fell:
+    Ne lesse our skill is,
+  Then when our grandsyre greate,
+  Claiming the regall seate,
+  In many a warlike feate
+    Lop'd the French lillies.
+
+  The Duke of Yorke soe dread
+  The eager vaward led;
+  With the maine Henry sped
+    Amongst his hench men.
+  Excester had the rear,
+  A brauer man not there.
+  And now preparing were
+    For the false Frenchmen
+
+  And ready to be gone.
+  Armour on armour shone,
+  Drum vnto drum did grone,
+    To hear was woonder;
+  That with the cries they make
+  The very earth did shake:
+  Trumpet to trumpet spake,
+    Thunder to thunder.
+
+  Well it thine age became,
+  O, noble Erpingham!
+  That didst the signall frame
+    Vnto the forces;
+  When from a medow by,
+  Like a storme, sodainely
+  The English archery
+    Stuck the French horses.
+
+  The Spanish vghe so strong,
+  Arrowes a cloth-yard long,
+  That like to serpents stoong,
+    Piercing the wether:
+  None from his death now starts,
+  But playing manly parts,
+  And like true English harts
+    Stuck close together.
+
+  When down theyr bowes they threw,
+  And foorth theyr bilbowes drewe,
+  And on the French they flew,
+    No man was tardy.
+  Arms from the shoulders sent,
+  Scalpes to the teeth were rent;
+  Downe the French pesants went
+    These were men hardye.
+
+  When now that noble King,
+  His broade sword brandishing,
+  Into the hoast did fling,
+    As to or'whelme it;
+  Who many a deep wound lent,
+  His armes with blood besprent,
+  And many a cruell dent
+    Brused his helmett.
+
+  Glo'ster that Duke so good,
+  Next of the royall blood,
+  For famous England stood
+    With his braue brother:
+  Clarence in steele most bright,
+  That yet a maiden knighte,
+  Yet in this furious fighte
+    Scarce such an other.
+
+  Warwick in bloode did wade,
+  Oxford the foes inuade,
+  And cruel slaughter made
+    Still as they ran vp:
+  Suffolk his axe did ply,
+  Beaumont and Willoughby
+  Bare them right doughtyly,
+    Ferrers and Fanhope.
+
+  On happy Cryspin day
+  Fought was this noble fray,
+  Which fame did not delay
+    To England to carry.
+  O! when shall Englishmen
+  With such acts fill a pen,
+  Or England breed agen
+    Such a King Harry?
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.
+
+
+Page 14, l. 3 [Stz. 4]. "_Monarchesse._" --This stately word ought to be
+revived; it is fully as legitimate as _abbess_.
+
+Page 14, l. 9 [Stz. 5]. "_A Parliament is calld._" --It met at Leicester
+on April 30th, 1414. Negotiations for a treaty with France had been
+opened on January 21st preceding. "The first indication of a claim to
+the crown of France," says Sir Harris Nicolas ("History of the Battle of
+Agincourt"), "is a commission to the Bishop of Durham and others, dated
+on the 31st of May, 1414, by which they were instructed to negotiate the
+restitution of such of their sovereign's rights as were withheld by
+Charles."
+
+Page 14, l. 17 [Stz. 6]. "_In which one Bill (mongst many) there was
+red._" --"Many petitions moved," says Holinshed, "were for that time
+deferred: amongst whyche one was that a bill exhibited in the Parliament
+holden at Westminstre in the eleventh year of King Henry the fourth,
+might now with good deliberation be pondered, and brought to some good
+conclusion. The effect of which supplication was that the temporall
+landes devoutely given, and disordinately spent by religious and other
+spirituall persons, should be seased into the Kyngs hands, sithence the
+same might suffice to maintayne to the honor of the King and defence of
+the realme fifteene Erles, fifteene C. Knightes, six M. two Esquiers,
+and a C. almes houses for reliefe only of the poor, impotente, and
+needie persones, and the King to have cleerely to his cofers twentie M.
+poundes." Shakespeare ("Henry V.," act i., sc. 1) versifies this passage
+with the remarkable deviation of making the surplus remaining to the
+Crown one thousand pounds instead of twenty thousand pounds.
+
+Page 14, l. 23. "_Which made those Church-men generally to feare._"--
+
+  "_Cant_. If it pass against us
+  We lose the better half of our possession.
+  _Ely_. This would drink deep.
+  _Cant_. 'Twould drink the cup and all."
+
+    _Henry V._, act i., sc. 1.
+
+Though Henry did not touch the property of the English Church, he
+appropriated the revenues of one hundred and ten priories held by
+aliens, and made no restitution.
+
+Page 15, l. 32 [Stz. 11]. "_Thus frames his speech._" --"There is no
+record of any speech made by Chicheley at this parliament; we search for
+it in vain in the rolls of parliament, and in the history of the Privy
+Council." --Dean Hook, who adds in a note, "No notice would have been
+taken of what was meant by Hall for a display of his own rhetoric, if
+such splendid use of it had not been made by Shakespeare in the first
+scene of 'Henry V.'" Drayton's version of the speech departs almost
+entirely from that given by the chroniclers, who make Chicheley, as no
+doubt he would have done, dwell at great length upon Henry's alleged
+claim to the crown of France, and omit all topics unbefitting a man of
+peace. Drayton greatly curtails Chicheley's legal arguments, and makes
+him talk like a warrior and a statesman. Shakespeare has shown his usual
+exquisite judgment by following Holinshed closely as regards the matter
+of Chicheley's formal harangue, and relegating his exhortation to Henry
+to follow the example of the Black Prince to a separate discourse,
+marked off from the first by the king's interruption. Drayton has also
+missed an opportunity in omitting Henry's impressive appeal to the
+archbishop to advise him conscientiously in the matter, by which
+Shakespeare has set his hero's character in the most favourable point of
+view from the very first.
+
+Page 17, l. 9 [Stz. 17]. "_Beame._" --Bohemia.
+
+Page 19, ll. 13, 14 [Stz. 25]. "_And for they knew, the French did still
+abet The Scot against vs._" --The discussion between Westmorland and
+Exeter on the expediency of first attacking Scotland is found in
+Holinshed. In the rude old play, "The Famous Victories of Henry the
+Fifth," on which Shakespeare founded his "Henry IV." and "Henry V.," the
+argument for attacking Scotland first is put into the mouth of the
+Archbishop of Canterbury. Shakespeare's noble expansion of this scene
+from the hints of his artless predecessor and of the chroniclers is one
+of the most signal proofs of the superiority of his genius.
+
+Page 20, l. 1 [Stz. 28]. "_And instantly an Embassy is sent._" --Of the
+letters written by Henry on this occasion, Sir Harris Nicolas remarks in
+his standard work on the Battle of Agincourt, "Their most striking
+features are falsehood, hypocrisy, and impiety." Being so bad, they are
+naturally attributed by him to the much maligned Cardinal Beaufort. It
+is admitted that "in some places they approach nearly to eloquence, and
+they are throughout clear, nervous, and impressive." They are defended
+at great length by Mr. Tyler, in his "Life of Henry V."
+
+Page 20, l. 20 [Stz. 30]. "_A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent._"
+--This incident, so famous from the use made of it by Shakespeare, is
+in all probability historical, being mentioned by Thomas Otterbourne,
+a contemporary writer, and in an inedited MS. chronicle of the same
+date. These are quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas and in Mr. Julian
+Marshall's erudite "Annals of Tennis" (London, 1878). Its being omitted
+by other contemporaries is no strong argument against its authenticity.
+Drayton follows Shakespeare and the chronicler Hall in writing _tunne_.
+Holinshed uses the less poetical term _barrel_.
+
+Page 20, ll. 28-32 [Stz. 31].--
+
+  "I'le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue
+  That they such Racket shall in Paris see,
+  When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,
+  As that before the Set be fully done,
+  France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne."
+
+On these lines Mr. Julian Marshall observes: "This passage is
+remarkable, as offering one of the first examples of the double sense of
+_racket_, meaning hubbub as well as the implement used in tennis; and
+also as showing the early use of the word _bandy_, which we shall find
+recurring later in the history of the game." None of the historians who
+have related the incident mention the pointed reply to the Dauphin put
+into Henry's mouth by Shakespeare, that he would "strike his father's
+crown into the hazard." The old playwright on whose foundation
+Shakespeare built merely says, "Tel him that in stead of balles of
+leather we wil tosse him balles of brasse and yron." Drayton must
+consequently have borrowed the term from Shakespeare, which is a pretty
+conclusive proof of his having read "Henry V." as well as witnessed its
+performance. Regarding Shakespeare's justification for the technical
+terms used by him, Mr. Marshall judiciously remarks: "It is certain that
+tennis was played and that rackets were used in the time of Henry V.;
+but whether chases were marked and a hazard invented, and to which of
+our hazards that hazard would answer, are questions which we cannot
+solve, and which doubtless never troubled 'sweet Will' for one single
+moment."
+
+Sir Harris Nicolas prints in his appendix a ballad on the story of the
+tennis balls, "obligingly communicated by Bertram Mitford, of Mitford
+Castle, in Northumberland, Esquire, who wrote it from the dictation of a
+very aged relative." He also gives another version, from what source
+derived is not stated. The Roxburghe collection of ballads at the
+British Museum contains yet a third version, which, as it differs in
+many respects from the other two, is printed as an appendix to these
+Notes. Judging from the type, the date of the Museum broadside would
+appear to be about 1750, and the piece itself can hardly be earlier than
+the eighteenth century.
+
+Page 21, l. 18 [Stz. 34]. "_Iacks._" --Machines for planing metal.
+
+Page 21, l. 19. "_An olde Fox._" --Sword, so called, it is said, from
+the figure of a fox anciently engraved upon the blade; or, as Nares
+suggests, from the name of some celebrated cutler. "Thou diest on point
+of fox" (Shakespeare, "Henry V.," act iv., sc. 4).
+
+Page 21, l. 23. "_Fletcher._" --An arrow-maker (_flechier_), with which
+trade the manufacture of bows, properly the business of the _bowyer_,
+was naturally combined. The frequency of the name in our own day might
+be alleged in proof of the ancient importance of the industry, but in
+most cases it is probably derived from _flesher_, a butcher.
+
+Page 22, l. 1 [Stz. 36]. "_The Light-horse and the Bard._" --A _barded_
+horse (French _bardelle_, a pack-saddle) is one with the body entirely
+covered with armour. "For he was _barded_ from counter to tail" ("Lay of
+the Last Minstrel").
+
+Page 23, l. 17 [Stz. 42]. "_The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his
+Mule._" --"Judges and serjeants rode to Westminster Hall on mules;
+whence it is said of a young man studying the law, 'I see he was never
+born to ride upon a _moyle_' ('Every Man out of his Humour,' ii. 3);
+that is, he will never be eminent in his profession" (Nares). It is an
+odd example of the mutations of ordinary speech that if we now heard of
+a judge setting up a mule, we should understand the exact contrary of
+what was understood by Drayton. A modern writer would more probably have
+said, set _down_.
+
+Page 23, l. 25 [Stz. 43]. "_By this, the Counsell of this Warre had
+met._" --A curious echo of Spenser: "By this the northern waggoner had
+set."
+
+Page 24, l. 16 [Stz. 45]. "_Sleeue._" --Entirely obsolete in English,
+but France still knows the Channel as _La Manche_.
+
+Page 24, l. 19 [Stz. 46]. "_Scripts of Mart._" --Letters of marque.
+"_Mart_, originally for _Mars_. It was probably this use of _mart_ that
+led so many authors to use letters of mart, instead of marque, supposing
+it to mean _letters of war_. Under this persuasion Drayton put 'script
+of mart' as equivalent" (Nares).
+
+Page 24, l. 22. "_Deepe._" --Dieppe.
+
+Page 24, l. 28 [Stz. 47]. "_Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that
+flewe._" --It seems remarkable to meet with the _roc_ of the "Arabian
+Nights" in English so long before the existence of any translation. The
+word, however, occurs in Bishop Hall's "Satires," thirty years before
+Drayton. It probably came into our language from the Italian, being
+first used by Marco Polo, who says (part iii., chap. 35): "To return to
+the griffon; the people of the island do not know it by that name, but
+call it always _ruc_; but we, from their extraordinary size, certainly
+conclude them to be griffons."
+
+Page 25, l. 2 [Stz. 48]. "_Stoad._" --Not found in the dictionaries, but
+apparently equivalent to _stowage_, and hence in this place to _cargo_.
+
+Page 25, ll. 5, 6. "_Straitly commanded by the Admirall, At the same
+Port to settle their aboad._" --"On the 11th of April, 1415, Nicholas
+Mauduyt, serjeant-at-arms, was commanded to arrest all ships and other
+vessels carrying twenty tons or more, _as well belonging to this kingdom
+as to other countries_, which were then in the river Thames, and in
+other sea-ports of the realm as far as Newcastle-upon-Tyne, or which
+might arrive there before the 1st of May, and the said vessels were to
+be at the ports of Southampton, London, or Winchelsea by the 8th of May
+at the latest" (Sir Harris Nicolas).
+
+Page 25, l. 28 [Stz. 51]. "_Bay of Portugall_" = Bay of Biscay.
+
+Page 26, l. 14 [Stz. 53]. "_Pruce._" --Prussia.
+
+Page 26, l. 23 [Stz. 54]. "_Flee-boats._" --Flyboats, Fr. _flibots_,
+which affords a more probable etymology than _freebooter_ for
+_flibustier_ and _filibuster_.
+
+Page 27, ll. 17, 18 [Stz. 58]. "_From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders
+wonne By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came._" --"It was one of
+the earliest measures to secure shipping from Holland" (Nicolas). The
+total number of ships enumerated by Drayton as joining in the rendezvous
+at Southampton is one hundred and seventy-eight, the foreign hired
+vessels included. A contemporary authority quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas
+makes it three hundred and twenty, made up by contingents from the
+neighbouring havens to between twelve and fourteen hundred. According to
+the list published by Sir Harris Nicolas, the number of effective
+fighting men did not exceed ten thousand five hundred, though there were
+probably as many more attendants and camp-followers.
+
+Page 27, l. 31 [Stz. 59]. "_The acclamation of the presse._" --Might be
+said in our time of any popular war, but in how different a sense!
+
+Page 28, l. 1 [Stz. 60]. --This and the following stanza are quoted by
+Sir Harris Nicolas with just admiration. In fact, Drayton's description
+of the marshalling and departure of the expedition are the best part of
+his poem.
+
+Page 29, ll. 4-6 [Stz. 64]. "_In Ensignes there, Some wore the Armes of
+their most ancient Towne, Others againe their owne Diuises beare._"
+--The catalogue which follows is entirely in the spirit of Italian
+romantic poetry, and may be especially compared with that of Agramante's
+allies and their insignia in the "Orlando Innamorato." In many instances
+the device, as Drayton says, represents the escutcheon of some town
+within the county; in others he seems to have been indebted to his
+imagination, though endeavouring not unsuccessfully to adduce some
+reason for his choice.
+
+Page 30, l. 11 [Stz. 68]. "_Brack._" --Brine.
+
+Page 30, l. 20 [Stz. 69]. "_Lyam._" --A band or thong by which to lead a
+hound; hence _lyme-hound_.
+
+Page 31, l. 3 [Stz. 71]. "_A Golden Fleece and Hereford doth weare._"
+--Grammar requires this line to begin _And Hereford_. Awkward
+dislocations, however, are not infrequent in Drayton.
+
+Page 31, l. 6. "_The Shiere whose surface seems most brute._" --George
+Eliot, like Drayton a native of fertile Warwickshire, entitles the
+neighbouring county _Stonyshire_.
+
+Page 33, l. 17 [Stz. 80]. "_The Fleet then full,_" _etc._ --Compare this
+fine stanza, which might have been written by one who had never been on
+shipboard, with the still more poetical and at the same time intensely
+realistic one of Shakespeare ("Henry V.," act iii., prologue), which
+proves that he must have been at sea on some occasion:
+
+  "Play with your fancies, and in them behold
+  Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
+  Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
+  To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
+  Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
+  Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea."
+
+Page 34, ll. 9, 10 [Stz. 83]. "_Long Boates with Scouts are put to land
+before, Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to discry._" --"Before day-break
+the next morning, Wednesday the 14th of August, John Holland, Earl of
+Huntingdon, Sir Gilbert Umfreville, and Sir John Cornwall, were sent
+with a party of cavalry to reconnoitre Harfleur and its vicinity, with
+the view of selecting a proper situation for the encampment of the army"
+(Sir Harris Nicolas).
+
+Page 35, l. 1 [Stz. 86]. "_To the high'st earth whilst awfull Henry
+gets._" --_Whilst_ must here be taken as = _meanwhile_.
+
+Page 35, l. 3. "_With sprightly words_" _etc._ --The confusion in this
+line is evidently due to the printer. Drayton must have written: "And
+thus with sprightly words," etc.
+
+Page 35, l. 9 [Stz. 87]. "_He first of all proclaim'd._"
+--"A proclamation was issued forbidding under pain of death a repetition
+of some excesses which had been committed, and commanding that
+henceforth the houses should not be set on fire, or the churches or
+other sacred places violated, and that the persons of women and priests
+should be held sacred" (Sir Harris Nicolas). Holinshed adds, "or to any
+suche as should be founde withoute weapon or armor, and not ready to
+make resistance."
+
+Page 36, l. 30 [Stz. 93]. "_Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes._"
+--A characteristic instance of this excellent poet's frequent and
+unaccountable lapses into bathos.
+
+Page 38, l. 7 [Stz. 98]. "_Whose Mynes to the besieg'd more mischiefe
+doe._" --Holinshed, however, admits that the French "with their
+countermining somewhat disappointed the Englishmen, and came to fight
+with them hand to hand within the mynes, so that they went no further
+forward with that worke."
+
+Page 41, l. 30 [Stz. 113]. "_But on his bare feete to the Church he
+came._" --"He dismounted at the gate, took off his shoes and stockings,
+and proceeded barefoot to the church of St. Martin, where he gave solemn
+thanks to God for his success" (Sir Harris Nicolas, quoting the French
+chroniclers), Holinshed mentions Henry's repairing to the church to
+offer thanks, but omits the picturesque circumstance of his going
+thither barefoot, and passes over his entrance into the town in the
+briefest possible manner. It is an interesting proof of Shakespeare's
+dependence upon the chronicler to find him equally ignoring any solemn
+entry or prolonged sojourn:
+
+  "To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest,
+  To-morrow for the march are we addrest."
+
+In fact, as Drayton tells us, he remained eight days in Harfleur,
+awaiting the Dauphin's reply to his challenge, which Holinshed does not
+mention. Shakespeare, Drayton, and Holinshed alike pass over the
+exceedingly picturesque circumstance of the expulsion of the women and
+children under escort of the English troops. Drayton only says: "Out of
+the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue."
+
+Page 42, ll. 7, 8 [Stz. 114]. "_He frankly off'reth in a single fight,
+With the young Daulphine to decide his right._" --Sir Harris Nicolas
+remarks: "Of the personal valour which that letter displays on the part
+of Henry but little can be said, for the challenger was about
+twenty-seven years of age, and in the full vigour of manhood, whilst his
+adversary, of whose prowess or bodily strength there is not the
+slightest evidence, and who died in the December following, had not
+attained his twentieth year."
+
+Page 43, ll. 15, 16 [Stz. 119]. "_A Ford was found to set his Army ore
+Which neuer had discouered beene before._" --This cannot be, for the
+anonymous priest to whose narrative as an eyewitness of the campaign we
+are so deeply indebted, says, "The approach was by two long but narrow
+causeways, which the French had before warily broken through the middle"
+(Nicolas, p. 233).
+
+Page 44, l. 1 [Stz. 122]. "_Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile
+satt._" --This council was held on October 20th, five days before
+Agincourt. "The opinions of the different members," says Sir Harris
+Nicolas, "are very minutely given by Des Ursins."
+
+Page 44, l. 2. "_Britaine._" --Brittany. The Duke of Brittany, in fact,
+did not arrive in time to take part in the battle.
+
+Page 44, l. 17 [Stz. 124]. "_A Route of tatter'd Rascalls starued so._"
+--Holinshed's description of the condition of the English army is most
+graphic: "The English men were brought into great misery in this
+journey, their victuall was in maner spent, and nowe coulde they get
+none: for their enemies had destroied all the corne before they came:
+reste could they none take, for their enemies were ever at hande to give
+them alarmes: dayly it rained, and nightly it freesed: of fewell there
+was great scarsitie, but of fluxes greate plenty: money they hadde
+enoughe, but of wares to bestowe it uppon for their reliefe or comforte,
+hadde they little or none. And yet in this great necessitye the poore
+people of the countrey were not spoiled, nor any thyng taken of them
+wythout payment, neyther was any outrage or offence done by the
+Englishemenne of warre, except one, whiche was, that a folish souldiour
+stale a pixe out of a churche." Shakespeare's use of this incident is
+well known.
+
+Page 46, l. 28 [Stz. 133]. "_Spirits._" --Must here be pronounced as a
+monosyllable, as at p. 67, l. 18.
+
+Page 48, l. 6 [Stz. 138]. "_Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre
+infest._" --Drayton probably stands alone among English poets in
+disliking the music of the rookery.
+
+Page 49, l. 15 [Stz. 143]. "_Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to
+cast._" --"The captaines had determined before howe to devide the
+spoile, and the souldiours the night before had plaid the englishemen at
+dice" (Holinshed).
+
+Page 50, l. 9 [Stz. 147]. "_And cast to make a Chariot for the King._"
+--This circumstance also is mentioned by Holinshed, and is authenticated
+by the anonymous priest.
+
+Page 50, ll. 31, 32 [Stz. 149]. "_Some pointing Stakes to stick into the
+ground, To guard the Bow-men._" --Henry had ordered the archers to
+provide themselves with stakes even before the passage of the Somme.
+
+Page 51, l. 25 [Stz. 153]. "_King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe
+not call._" --Drayton evidently follows Shakespeare, but remains a long
+way behind:
+
+                        "Not to-day, O Lord,
+  O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
+  My father made in compassing the crown!
+  I Richard's body have interred new:
+  And on it have bestowed more contrite tears
+  Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
+  Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
+  Who twice a day their withered hands hold up
+  Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
+  Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
+  Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do;
+  Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
+  Since that my penitence comes after all,
+  Imploring pardon."
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 1.
+
+Shakespeare's infinite superiority in moral delicacy, not merely to his
+imitator, but to all poets except the very best, is forcibly shown by
+his causing Henry to abstain from all attempts to excuse his father and
+himself at the expense of Richard, so natural in the mouth of an
+ordinary person, so unbecoming a hero.
+
+Page 52, ll. 6, 7 [Stz. 154]. "_When as that Angell to whom God assign'd
+The guiding of the English._" --This fine passage may very probably have
+been in Dryden's mind when he planned the machinery of his unwritten
+epic, and in Addison's when he penned the famous simile of the Angel in
+his poem on Blenheim.
+
+Page 52, ll. 29, 30 [Stz. 157]. "_Foorth that braue King couragious
+Henry goes, An hower before that it was fully light._" --No personal
+reconnoissance on Henry's part is mentioned by the historians, although
+Sir Harris Nicolas says, on the authority of Elmham: "About the middle
+of the night, before the moon set, Henry sent persons to examine the
+ground, by whose report he was better able to draw up his forces on the
+next day." As the English were the assailants, the precaution of posting
+the archers behind the quickset hedge would have proved unnecessary.
+
+Page 55, l. 27 [Stz. 169]. "_His coruetting Courser._" --"A little grey
+horse." He wore no spurs, probably to show his men that he entertained
+no thought of flight.
+
+Page 56, l. 20 [Stz. 172]. "_To know what he would for his Ransome
+pay._" --This is mentioned by Holinshed, but cannot be true, for all
+contemporary authorities agree that the French sent envoys to Henry on
+the morning of the battle offering him a free passage to Calais upon
+condition of surrendering Harfleur. This would seem to indicate that the
+leaders did not fully share the confidence of their troops.
+
+Page 57, ll. 3, 4 [Stz. 174]. "_And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,
+Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine._" --No Frenchman could have
+said this on such an occasion. Drayton would make for any port when in
+stress of rhyme.
+
+Page 57, l. 16 [Stz. 175]. "_Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake._"
+--Drayton's version of his speech in the main agrees with Holinshed's.
+Shakespeare, usually so close a follower of Holinshed, substitutes an
+oration entirely of his own composition. The beautiful lines--
+
+  "For he this day that sheds his blood with me
+  Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
+  This day shall gentle his condition"--
+
+appear to be derived from the same source as the exaggerated statement
+of Archbishop Des Ursins, that on another occasion Henry promised that
+his plebeian soldiers should be ennobled and invested with collars of
+SS. This cannot be taken directly from Des Ursins, whose history of the
+reign of Charles VI., though written in the fifteenth century, was not
+published until 1614.
+
+Page 58, ll. 9, 10 [Stz. 179]. "_When hearing one wish all the valiant
+men At home in England, with them present were._" --According to the
+anonymous monk, who may be fully relied upon, the speaker was Sir Walter
+Hungerford. Shakespeare puts the sentiment into the mouth of the Earl of
+Westmorland.
+
+Page 59, l. 9 [Stz. 183]. "_At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy
+Tide_" _etc._ --These lines are clearly a reminiscence of
+Shakespeare's--
+
+                    "Let the brow o'erwhelm it
+  As fearfully as doth a galled rock
+  O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
+  Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean."
+
+    _Henry V._, prologue to act iii.
+
+Page 62, l. 21 [Stz. 196]. "_Dampeir._" --Chatillon, Admiral of France,
+was also Lord of Dampierre. It must be by inadvertence that Sir Harris
+Nicolas (p. 121) speaks of Cliquet de Brabant, whom Drayton calls Cluet,
+as Admiral.
+
+Page 63, l. 6 [Stz. 198]. "_Could._" --Must have been pronounced cold,
+as it was sometimes written. See also p. 83, l. 26.
+
+Page 63, l. 16 [Stz. 199]. "_Cantels._" --Corners (Germ. Kant); hence =
+morsels, though Shakespeare speaks of "a monstrous cantle."
+
+Page 66, ll. 11, 12 [Stz. 211]. "_Bespeaking them with honourable words
+Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse._" --One of Drayton's
+awkward inversions. The anonymous ecclesiastic says that some of the
+French nobles surrendered themselves more than ten times, and were slain
+after all.
+
+Page 72, l. 15 [Stz. 235]. "_In comes the King his Brothers life to
+saue._" --"The Duke of Gloucester, the King's brother, was sore wounded
+about the hippes, and borne down to the ground, so that he fel
+backwards, with his feete towards his enemies, whom the King bestridde,
+and like a brother valiantly rescued him from his enimies, and so saving
+his life, caused him to be conveyed out of the fight into a place of
+more safetie" (Holinshed).
+
+Page 72, ll. 25, 26 [Stz. 237]. "_Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,
+That with a stroke,_" _etc._ --There seems no contemporary authority for
+the single combat between Henry and Alencon of which Shakespeare has
+made such ingenious use in his management of the incident of Henry's
+glove. According to one account, Alencon struck at the King somewhat
+unfairly as he was stooping to aid his brother, and smote off a piece of
+his crown. According to another authority, the blow was given by one of
+a band of eighteen knights who had sworn to strike the diadem from
+Henry's head, or perish in the attempt, as they all did.
+
+Page 82, l. 28 [Stz. 277]. "_Nock._" --Notch.
+
+Page 83, l. 16 [Stz. 279]. "_Tue._" --Must be pronounced as a
+dissyllable; but the French cry was more probably _tuez_.
+
+Page 85, l. 28 [Stz. 289]. "_Base._" --Run as at prisoners' base.
+Murray's "Dictionary" cites one example of the use of the word in this
+sense, which is from Warner's "Albion's England," a poem read and
+admired by Drayton.
+
+Page 87, l. 27 [Stz. 297]. "_Clunasse._" --A misprint for _Clamasse_.
+
+Page 87, l. 27. "_Dorpe_" = thorpe, a word revived by Tennyson in "The
+Brook."
+
+Page 88, ll. 17, 18 [Stz. 300]. "_And in his rage he instantly commands,
+That euery English should his prisoner kill._"--
+
+  "I was not angry since I came to France
+  Until this instant."
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 7.
+
+Page 92, l. 15 [Stz. 315]. "_And so tow'rds Callice brauely marching
+on._" --This is certainly a flat conclusion. It is surprising that
+Drayton made no use of the appearance of the herald Montjoy on the
+field, with confession of defeat and appeal for--
+
+                        "Charitable licence,
+  That we may wander o'er this bloody field
+  To book our dead, and then to bury them."
+
+    _Henry V._, act iv., sc. 7.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.
+
+
+It has already been observed in the Introduction that this grand lyric
+gave the model for Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade." This latter
+poem appears along with "Maud," and another piece in the same slender
+volume contains unequivocal proof of the Laureate's acquaintance with
+Drayton. In the powerful poem entitled "Will" occur the lines--
+
+  "Sown in a wrinkle of the _monstrous_ hill,
+  The city sparkles like a grain of salt."
+
+In a passage of Song IX. of the "Polyolbion," excerpted by Mr. Bullen,
+Drayton says--
+
+  "The mightie Giant-heape so less and lesser still
+  Appeareth to the eye, untill the _monstrous_ hill
+  At length shewes like a cloud; and further being cast,
+  Is out of kenning quite."
+
+The identity of epithet might possibly be accidental, but the
+resemblance extends to the entire passage.
+
+A singularly beautiful stanza from Drayton's "Barons' Warres," also in
+Mr. Bullen's selection, must have been unconsciously present to
+Shelley's mind when he wrote in "The Witch of Atlas"--
+
+  "While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece
+    Of sandal wood, rare gems, and cinnamon.
+  Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is;
+    Each flame of it is as a precious stone
+  Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this
+    Belongs to each and all who gaze thereon."
+
+Drayton writes:
+
+  "The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume
+    Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,
+  As every thing did to it selfe assume
+    The Sent from them and made the same their owne
+  So that the painted Flowres within the Roome
+    Were sweet, as if they naturally had growne;
+  The Light gave Colours, which upon them fell,
+  And to the Colours the Perfume gave smell."
+
+A still stronger proof of the extent to which Shelley had unconsciously
+imbibed the spirit of Drayton is afforded by a comparison of the noble
+speech of Fame in "The tragicall legend of Robert Duke of Normandie"
+(Bullen, pp. 25, 27) with Shelley's still finer "Hymn of Apollo." There
+is hardly any instance of direct verbal resemblance; but the metre, the
+strain of sentiment, the oratorical pose, the mental and moral attitude
+of the two poems are so much alike as to justify the assertion that the
+younger owes its form and much of its spirit to the older.
+
+
+The following is the Roxburghe version of the ballad of the Dauphin's
+present of tennis-balls, mentioned at p. 106:--
+
+  KING HENRY V. HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE,
+  In Revenge for the Affront Offered by the French King;
+  In Sending Him (Instead of the Tribute)
+    A Ton of Tennis-Balls.
+
+  As our King lay musing on his bed,
+    He bethought himself upon a time,
+  Of a tribute that was due from France,
+    Had not been paid for so long a time.
+            Fal, lal, etc.
+
+  He called for his lovely page,
+    His lovely page then called he;
+  Saying, You must go to the King of France,
+    To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.
+
+  O then went away this lovely page,
+    This lovely page then away went he;
+  Low he came to the King of France,
+    And then fell down on his bended knee.
+
+  My master greets you, worthy sir,
+    Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
+  That you will send his tribute home,
+    Or in French land you soon him will see.
+            Fal, lal, etc.
+
+  Your master's young and of tender years,
+    Not fit to come into my degree,
+  And I will send him three Tennis-Balls
+    That with them he may learn to play.
+
+  O then returned this lovely page,
+    This lovely page then returned he,
+  And when he came to our gracious King,
+    Low he fell down on his bended knee.
+
+                [A line cut off.]
+    What is the news you have brought to me?
+  I have brought such news from the King of France
+    That he and you will ne'er agree.
+
+  He says, You're young and of tender years,
+    Not fit to come to his degree;
+  And he will send you three Tennis-Balls
+    That with them you may learn to play.
+
+  Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,
+    And Derby Hills that are so free;
+  No marry'd man, or widow's son,
+    For no widow's curse shall go with me.
+
+  They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,
+    And Derby Hills that are so free;
+  No marry'd man, nor no widow's son,
+    Yet there was a jovial bold company.
+
+  O then we march'd into the French land
+    With drums and trumpets so merrily;
+  And then bespoke the King of France,
+    Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.
+
+  The first shot that the Frenchmen gave
+    They kill'd our Englishmen so free,
+  We kill'd ten thousand of the French,
+    And the rest of them they run away.
+
+  And then we marched to Paris gates,
+    With drums and trumpets so merrily,
+  O then bespoke the King of France,
+    The Lord have mercy on my men and me.
+
+  O I will send him his tribute home,
+    Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
+  And the finest flower that is in all France,
+    To the Rose of England I will give free.
+
+
+CHISWICK PRESS:--C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Errors and inconsistencies noted by transcriber:
+
+  "Henry the Fift"  [_this spelling is used consistently_]
+
+  except the "Faery Queen,"  [_spelling unchanged_]
+  next to the Miter and Phaenix  [_error for "Phoenix" in original_]
+
+  [Stz. 3 sidenote]
+    ... Dowglas  [_spelled "Dowglass" in main text_]
+  [Stz. 5 and editor's note]
+    When presently a Parliament is calld
+    [_error for "call'd" in original_]
+  [Stz. 94 sidenote]
+    ... in the 19 following Stanzaes.  [_spelling unchanged_]
+  [Stz. 267 sidenote]
+    the word _Frappe Fort_  [_text unchanged_]
+
+  Page 35, l. 9 [Stz. 87]. "A proclamation was issued...
+    [_open quote missing_]
+  In the powerful poem entitled "Will"  [_"en-/entitled" at line break_]
+  Low he fell down on his bended knee.  [fell dowh]
+
+
+Abbreviated nasals:
+
+The form "e" (e with overline) occurs twice, and o (o with overline)
+three times:
+
+  Stanza 19 sidenote:
+    Examples of such as haue aduanced theselues  [themselues]
+  Stanza 65, note c:
+    An expressio of King Harolds death  [expression]
+  Stanza 116, last line:
+    To scourge proud France whe now her Coqueror comes
+    [when ... Conqueror]
+  Stanza 167ff. sidenote:
+    The Marshalling of the English Army cotaining...  [containing]
+
+
+U and V
+
+In the main poem, v is used initially, u non-initially. Exceptions
+are rare:
+
+    [Stz. 92] levied
+    [Stz. 107] Tuttivile
+    [Stz. 120] divulg'd
+    [Stz. 127] invectiue
+    [Stz. 163] wherevpon
+    [Stz. 164] Averney
+    [Stz. 296] Burnivile
+
+
+
+
+
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