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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Battaile of Agincourt + +Author: Michael Drayton + +Editor: Richard Garnett + +Release Date: January 11, 2009 [EBook #27770] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT *** + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Starner, Dave Morgan and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class = "mynote"> +<p><a name = "start" id = "start">This text</a> uses UTF-8 (Unicode) +file encoding. If the apostrophes and quotation marks in this paragraph +appear as garbage, you may have an incompatible browser or unavailable +fonts. First, make sure that your browser’s “character set” or “file +encoding” is set to Unicode (UTF-8). You may also need to change the +default font.</p> + +<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> </p> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/publogo.gif" width = "111" height = "146" +alt = "publisher's device"></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h5>LONDON PRINTED AND ISSUED BY<br> +CHARLES WHITTINGHAM & 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. 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 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 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 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,—</p> + +<p class = "indent"> +“Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,”—</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"> </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"> </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> <br> </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> <br> </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 & 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 & 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 & +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"> </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"> </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"> </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 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"> </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"> </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"> </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"> </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"> </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"> </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"> </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 & 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> <br> </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>”—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>”—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>”—“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 +<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>”—</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>”—“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.</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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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 <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. 28–32.</a>—</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>”—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>”—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).</p> + +<p><a name = "note21_23" id = "note21_23" href = "#line21_23"><span +class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 23.</a> +“<i>Fletcher.</i>”—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 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>”—A <i>barded</i> horse (French <i>bardelle</i>, +a 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>”—“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. 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 <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>”—A 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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—“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>”—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>”—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>”—“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 +<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>”—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>—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. 4–6.</a> “<i>In Ensignes there, +Some wore the Armes of their most ancient Towne, Others againe their +owne Diuises beare.</i>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>—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>”—“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>”—<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>—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>”—<ins class = "correction" title = "open quote missing">“</ins>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.”</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>”—A 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>”—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>”—“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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—“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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—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>”—“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>”—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>”—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>”—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—</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”—</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>”—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>—These lines are clearly a +reminiscence of Shakespeare’s—</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>”—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>”—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>”—Corners (Germ. Kant); hence = morsels, though +Shakespeare speaks of “a 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>”—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>”—“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>—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>”—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>”—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>”—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.</p> + +<p><a name = "note87_27" id = "note87_27" href = "#line87_27"><span +class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 87, l. 27.</a> +“<i>Clunasse.</i>”—A 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 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>”—</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>”—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—</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—</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—</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”—</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:—</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> <br> </p> + +<hr> + +<h6>CHISWICK PRESS:—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 BY <span class = +"smallcaps">Henry</span> 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> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Battaile of Agincourt, by Michael Drayton + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT *** + +***** This file should be named 27770-h.htm or 27770-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/7/7/7/27770/ + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Starner, Dave Morgan and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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