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<h4>THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOURT<br>
BY MICHAEL DRAYTON:<br>
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<h4>CONTENTS.</h4>

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Introduction</p></td>
<td class = "number"><a href = "#intro">vii</a></td>
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Drayton’s Dedication</p></td>
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Upon the Battaile of Agincourt, by I. Vaughan</p></td>
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Sonnet to Michael Drayton, by John Reynolds</p></td>
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The Vision of Ben Jonson on the Muses of his Friend
M.&nbsp;Drayton</p></td>
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The Battaile of Agincourt</p></td>
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To my Frinds the Camber-Britans and theyr Harp</p></td>
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Illustrative Notes</p></td>
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<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>

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<p>But yet his maner better fitted prose.”</p>
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<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
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his country what was never done for any other. Greece and Rome, indeed,
have left us versified topographies, but these advance no pretension to
the poetical character except from the metrical point of view, though
they may in a sense claim kinship with the Muses as the manifest
offspring of Mnemosyne. If any modern language possesses a similar work,
it has failed to inscribe itself on the roll of the world’s literature.
The difficulties of Drayton’s unique undertaking were in a measure
favourable to him. They compelled him to exert his fancy to the
uttermost. The tremendous difficulty of making topography into poetry
gave him unwonted energy. He never goes to sleep, as too often in the
“Barons’ Wars.” The stiff practical obstacles attendant upon the
poetical treatment of towns and rivers provoke even the dragging
Alexandrine into animation; his stream is often all foam and eddy. The
long sweeping line, of its wont so lumbering and tedious, is perfectly
in place here. It rushes along like an impetuous torrent, bearing with
it, indeed, no inconsiderable quantity of wood, hay, and stubble, but
also precious pearls, and more than the dust of gold. Its “swelling and
limitless billows” mate well with the amplitude of the subject, so
varied and spacious that, as has been well said, the “Polyolbion” is not
a poem to be read
<span class = "pagenum">xii</span>
through, but to be read in. Nothing in our literature, perhaps, except
the “<ins class = "correction" title = "spelling unchanged">Faery</ins>
Queen,” more perfectly satisfies Keats’s desideratum: “Do not the lovers
of poetry like to have a little region to wander in, where they may pick
and choose, and in which the images are so numerous that many are
forgotten and found new in a second reading: which may be food for a
week’s stroll in the summer? Do they not like this better than what they
can read through before Mrs. Williams comes down stairs? a&nbsp;morning
work at most?”</p>

<p>The “Polyolbion” was completed by 1619, though the concluding part
was not published until 1623. “The Battaile of Agincourt,” the poem now
reprinted, appeared with others in 1627. As none of the pieces comprised
in it had appeared in the collected edition of Drayton’s works (the
“Polyolbion” excepted) which he had published in 1620, it is reasonable
to conclude that they had been composed between that date and 1627. They
prove that his powers were by no means abated. “Nimphidia,” in
particular, though lacking the exquisite sweetness of some of his lyric
pastorals, and the deep emotion of passages in his “Heroicall Epistles,”
excels all his other productions in airy fancy, and is perhaps the best
known of any of his
<span class = "pagenum">xiii</span>
poems. Nor does the “Battaile” itself indicate any decay in poetical
power, though we must agree with Mr. Bullen that it is in some parts
fatiguing. This wearisomeness proceeds chiefly from Drayton’s
over-faithful adherence, not so much to the actual story, as to the
method of the chronicler from whom his materials are principally drawn.
It does not seem to have occurred to him to regard his theme in the
light of potter’s clay. Following his authority with servile deference,
he makes at the beginning a slip which lowers the dignity of his hero,
and consequently of his epic. He represents Henry the Fifth’s expedition
against France as originally prompted, not by the restless enterprise
and fiery valour of the young king, much less by supernatural
inspiration as the working out of a divine purpose, but by the craft of
the clergy seeking to divert him from too nice inquiry into the source
and application of their revenues. Henry, therefore, without, as modern
investigators think, even sufficient historical authority, but in any
case without poetical justification, appears at the very beginning of
the poem that celebrates his exploits in the light of a dupe.
Shakespeare avoids this awkwardness by boldly altering the date of
Henry’s embassy to France. His play opens, indeed, with the plots of the
ecclesiastics to
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tempt the king into war, but it soon appears that the embassy claiming
certain French dukedoms has been despatched before they had opened their
lips, and that they are urging him to a course of action on which he is
resolved already. Spenser or Dryden would have escaped from the
difficulty in a manner more in accordance with epic precedent by
representing Henry’s action as the effect of a divine vision. Edward the
Third or the Black Prince would have risen from the grave to urge him to
renew and complete their interrupted and now almost undone work; or the
ghosts of chiefs untimely slain would have reproached him with their
abandoned conquests and neglected graves. Drayton has merely taken the
story as he found it, without a thought of submitting its dross to the
alchemy of the re-creative imagination of the poet. The same lack of
selection is observable in his description of the battle itself. He
minutely describes a series of episodes, in themselves often highly
picturesque, but we are no better able to view the conflict as a whole
than if we ourselves had fought in the ranks. As in painting, so in
poetry, a&nbsp;true impression is not to be conveyed by microscopic
accuracy in minutiæ, but by a vigorous grasp of the entire subject.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">xv</span>
<p>Notwithstanding these defects, which one might have thought would
have been avoided even by a poet endowed with less of the bright and
sprightly invention which Drayton manifests in so many of his pieces,
“The Battaile of Agincourt” is a fine poem, and well deserving the
honour of reprint. It is above all things patriotic, pervaded throughout
by a manly and honourable preference for England and all things English,
yet devoid of bitterness towards the enemy, whose valour is frankly
acknowledged, and whose overweening pride, the cause of their disasters,
is never made the object of ill-natured sarcasm. It may almost be said
that if Drayton had been in some respects a worse man, he might on this
occasion have been a better poet. He is so sedulously regardful of the
truth of history, or what he takes to be such, that he neglects the
poet’s prerogative of making history, and rises and falls with his model
like a moored vessel pitching in a flowing tide. When his historical
authority inspires, Drayton is inspired accordingly; when it is
dignified, so is he; with it he soars and sings, with it he also sinks
and creeps. Happily the subject is usually picturesque, and old
Holinshed at his worst was no contemptible writer. Drayton’s heart too
was in his work, as he had proved long before
<span class = "pagenum">xvi</span>
by the noble ballad on King Harry reprinted in this volume. If he has
not shown himself an artist in the selection and arrangement of his
topics, he deserves the name from another point of view by the excellent
metrical structure of his octaves, and the easy fluency of his
narrative. One annoying defect, the frequent occurrence of flat single
lines not far remote from bathos, must be attributed to the low standard
of the most refined poetry in an age when “the judges and police of
literature” had hardly begun either to make laws or to enforce them. It
is a fault which he shared with most others, and of which he has himself
given more offensive instances. It is still more conspicuous in the most
generally acceptable of his poems, the “Nimphidia.” The pity is not so
much the occasional occurrence of such lapses in “The Battaile of
Agincourt,” as the want of those delightful touches in the other
delightful poems which give more pleasure the more evidently they are
embellishments rather springing out of the author’s fancy than naturally
prompted by his subject. Such are the lines, as inappropriate in the
mouth of the speaker as genuine from the heart of the writer, near the
beginning of Queen Margaret’s epistle to the Duke of Suffolk (“England’s
Heroicall Epistles”):</p>

<span class = "pagenum">xvii</span>
<div class = "verse">
<p>“The little bird yet to salute the morn</p>
<p>Upon the naked branches sets her foot,</p>
<p>The leaves then lying on the mossy root,</p>
<p>And there a silly chirruping doth keep,</p>
<p>As if she fain would sing, yet fain would weep;</p>
<p>Praising fair summer that too soon is gone,</p>
<p>Or sad for winter too soon coming on.”</p>
</div>

<p>On a more exact comparison of Drayton with Holinshed we find him
omitting some circumstances which he might have been expected to have
retained, and adding others with good judgment and in general with good
effect, but which by some fatality usually tend in his hands to
excessive prolixity. This is certainly not the case with his dignified
and spirited exordium, but in the fourth stanza he begins to copy
history, and his muse’s wing immediately flags. No more striking example
of the superiority of dramatic to narrative poetry in vividness of
delineation could be found than the contrast between Shakespeare’s scene
representing the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Ely in
actual conversation, and Drayton’s tame exposition of the outcome of
their deliberations. In his report of the session of Parliament where
the French war is discussed he closely follows Holinshed, so closely as
to omit Shakespeare’s masterly embellishment of Henry’s solemn appeal to
the Archbishop to pronounce on the justice of
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his cause as in the sight of God. Drayton must assuredly have perceived
how greatly such an appeal tended to exalt his hero’s character, and
what an opening it afforded for impressive rhetoric. Nor could the
incident have escaped his notice, for there is abundant internal
evidence of his acquaintance with Shakespeare’s drama in the closet as
well as on the stage. It can only be concluded that he did not choose to
be indebted to Shakespeare, or despaired of rivalling him. His notice of
his great contemporary in the “Epistle to Reynolds” is surprisingly
cold; but the legend, however unauthentic, of Shakespeare’s death from a
fever contracted at a merry-making in Drayton’s company, seems
incompatible with any serious estrangement, and Shakespeare’s son-in-law
was Drayton’s physician when the latter revisited his native
Warwickshire. The same jealousy of obligation must have influenced his
treatment of the incident of the Dauphin’s derisive present of tennis
balls, which both Shakespeare and he have adopted from Holinshed or his
authorities, but of which the former has made everything and the latter
nothing. Nor can the omission of the highly dramatic incident of the
conspiracy of Scroop and Cambridge, found in Holinshed, be otherwise
well accounted for. In compensation,
<span class = "pagenum">xix</span>
Drayton introduces two episodes entirely his own, the catalogue of
Henry’s ships, and that of the armorial ensigns of the British counties.
Ben Jonson may be suspected of a sneer when he congratulates Drayton on
thus outdoing Homer, as he had previously outdone, or at least rivalled,
Virgil, Theocritus, Ovid, Orpheus, and Lucan. Ben might have said with
perfect sincerity that Drayton’s descriptions are fine pieces of work,
showing great command of language, and only open to criticism from some
want of proportion between them and the poem of which they are but
subordinate episodes. This censure would have been by no means just if
the whole piece had been executed on the scale of the description of the
siege of Harfleur. It is difficult to imagine what could have tempted
Drayton to spend so much time upon an episode treated by Holinshed with
comparative brevity. Some of the stanzas are exceedingly spirited, but
as a whole the description certainly fatigues. If the same is to some
extent the case with the description of the Battle of Agincourt itself,
the cause is not so much prolixity as the multitude of separate
episodes, not always derived from the chroniclers, and the consequent
want of unity which has been already adverted to. The result is probably
more true
<span class = "pagenum">xx</span>
to the actual impression of a battle than if Drayton had surveyed the
field with the eye of a tactician, but here as elsewhere the poet should
rather aim at an exalted and in some measure idealized representation of
the object or circumstance described than at a faithful reproduction of
minor details. Even the Battle of the Frogs and Mice in Homer is an
orderly whole; while Drayton’s battle seems always ending and always
beginning anew, a&nbsp;Sisyphian epic. What, however, really kindles and
vivifies the unequal composition into one glowing mass is the noble
spirit of enthusiastic patriotism which pervades the poet’s mind, and,
like sunlight in a mountainous tract, illuminates his heights, veils his
depressions, and steeps the whole in glory.</p>

<p>Of the literary history of “The Battaile of Agincourt” there is
little to be said. It was first published in 1627, along with
“Nimphidia,” “The Shepheard’s Sirena,” and others of Drayton’s best
pieces. It was accompanied by three copies of congratulatory verse,
reprinted here, the most remarkable of which is that proceeding from the
pen of Ben Jonson, who admits that some had accounted him no friend to
Drayton, and whose encomiums are to our apprehension largely flavoured
with irony. Drayton, in his “Epistle to Reynolds,” which Jonson must
have seen, had
<span class = "pagenum">xxi</span>
compared him to Seneca and Plautus,<a class = "tag" name = "tag1" id =
"tag1" href = "#note1">1</a> and Jonson seems to burlesque the
compliment by comparing Drayton himself to every poet whom he had ever
imitated, until his single person seems an epitome of all Parnassus. The
poem and its companions had another edition in 1631, since which time it
has been included in every edition of Drayton’s works, but has never
till now been published by itself. Even here it is graced with a
satellite, the splendid Ballad of Agincourt (“To my Frinds the
Camber-Britans and theyr Harp”), originally published in “Poemes lyric
and pastoral,” probably about 1605. This stirring strain, always
admired, has attracted additional notice in the present day as the
metrical prototype of Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade,” which,
in our estimation, fails to rival its model. The lapses of both poets
may well be excused on the ground of the difficulty of the metre, but
Drayton has the additional apology of the “brave neglect” which so
correct a writer as Pope accounted a virtue in Homer, but which Tennyson
never had the nerve to permit himself.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">xxii</span>
<p>Comparisons between modern and ancient poets must necessarily be very
imperfect; yet our Drayton might not inaptly be termed the English
Theocritus. If not so distinctly superior to every other English
pastoral poet as Theocritus was to every other Greek, he yet stands in
the front rank. He is utterly free from affectation, the great vice of
pastoral poetry; his love of the country is sincere; his perception of
natural phenomena exquisite; his shepherds and shepherdesses real swains
and lasses; he has happily varied the conventional form of the pastoral
by a felicitous lyrical treatment. Paradoxical as it may appear, Drayton
was partly enabled to approach Theocritus so nearly by knowing him so
imperfectly. Had he been acquainted with him otherwise than through
Virgil, he would probably have been unable to refrain from direct
imitation; but as matters stand, instead of a poet striving to write as
Theocritus wrote in Greek, we have one actually writing as Theocritus
would have written in English. But the most remarkable point of contact
between Drayton and Theocritus is that both are epical as well as
pastoral poets. Two of the Idylls of Theocritus are believed to be
fragments of an epic on the exploits of Hercules; and in the enumeration
of his lost works, amid others of the same description,
<span class = "pagenum">xxiii</span>
mention is made of the “Heroines,” a curious counterpart of Drayton’s
“Heroicall Epistles.” Had these works survived, we might not improbably
have found Drayton surpassing his prototype in epic as much as he falls
below him in pastoral; for the more exquisite art of the Sicilian could
hardly have made amends for the lack of that national pride and
enthusiastic patriotism which had died out of his age, but which
ennobled the strength and upbore the weakness of the author of “The
Battaile of Agincourt.”</p>

<p class = "right smallcaps">Richard Garnett.</p>

<div class = "footnote">
<p><a name = "note1" id = "note1" href = "#tag1">1</a>
Pope’s celebrated verse,&mdash;</p>

<p class = "indent">
“Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,”&mdash;</p>

<p>is “conveyed” from this passage of Drayton.</p>
</div>

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<span class = "pagenum">xxvi</span>

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[<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>

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<span class = "pagenum">5</span>

<h4><a name = "vaughan" id = "vaughan">VPON</a><br>
THE BATTAILE<br>
OF AGINCOVRT, WRITTEN<br>
BY HIS DEARE FRIEND<br>
MICHAEL DRAYTON<br>
ESQVIRE.</h4>

<div class = "center">
<table summary = "centered poem">
<tr><td>
<div class = "verse">
<p><span class = "firstword">Had</span> Henryes name beene onely met in
Prose,</p>
<p>Recorded by the humble wit of those,</p>
<p>Who write of lesse then Kings: who victory,</p>
<p>As calmely mention, as a Pedigree,</p>
<p>The French, alike with vs, might view his name</p>
<p>His actions too, and not confesse a shame:</p>
<p>Nay, grow at length, so boldly troublesome,</p>
<p>As, to dispute if they were ouercome.</p>
<p>But thou hast wakte their feares: thy fiercer hand</p>
<p>Hath made their shame as lasting, as their land.</p>
<p>By thee againe they are compeld to knowe</p>
<p>How much of Fate is in an English foe.</p>
<p>They bleede afresh by thee, and thinke the harme</p>
<p>Such; they could rather wish, t’were Henryes arme:</p>
<p>Who thankes thy painfull quill; and holds it more</p>
<p>To be thy Subiect now, then King before.</p>
<p>By thee he conquers yet; when eu’ry word</p>
<p>Yeelds him a fuller honour, then his sword.</p>
<span class = "pagenum">6</span>
<p>Strengthens his action against time: by thee,</p>
<p>Hee victory, and France, doth hold in fee.</p>
<p>So well obseru’d he is, that eu’ry thing</p>
<p>Speakes him not onely English, but a King.</p>
<p>And France, in this, may boast her fortunate</p>
<p>That shee was worthy of so braue a hate.</p>
<p>Her suffring is her gayne. How well we see</p>
<p>The Battaile labour’d worthy him, and thee,</p>
<p>Where, wee may Death discouer with delight,</p>
<p>And entertaine a pleasure from a fight.</p>
<p>Where wee may see how well it doth become</p>
<p>The brau’ry of a Prince to ouercome.</p>
<p>What Power is a Poet: that can add</p>
<p>A life to Kings, more glorious, then they had.</p>
<p class = "indent">For what of Henry, is vnsung by thee,</p>
<p class = "indent">Henry doth want of his Eternity.</p>
</div>

<p class = "right smallcaps">I. Vavghan.</p>
</td></tr>
</table>
</div>

<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>

<span class = "pagenum">7</span>

<h4><a name = "reynolds" id = "reynolds">
<span class = "smaller">TO</span></a><br>
MY WORTHY FRIEND<br>
MR. MICHAELL DRAYTON VPON<br>
THESE HIS POEMS.</h4>

<h4>SONNET.</h4>

<div class = "center">
<table summary = "centered poem">
<tr><td>
<div class = "verse">
<p><span class = "firstword">What</span>
lofty Trophyes of eternall Fame,</p>
<p class = "indent">
England may vaunt thou do’st erect to her,</p>
<p>Yet forced to confesse, (yea blush for shame,)</p>
<p class = "indent">
That she no Honour doth on thee confer.</p>
<p>How it would become her, would she learne to knowe</p>
<p class = "indent">
Once to requite thy Heauen-borne Art and Zeale,</p>
<p>Or at the least her selfe but thankfull showe</p>
<p class = "indent">
Her ancient Glories that do’st still reueale:</p>
<p>Sing thou of Loue, thy straines (like powerfull Charmes)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Enrage the bosome with an amorous fire,</p>
<p>And when againe thou lik’st to sing of Armes</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Coward thou with Courage do’st inspire:</p>
<p>But when thou com’st to touch our Sinfull Times,</p>
<p>Then Heauen far more then Earth speakes in thy Rimes.</p>
</div>

<p class = "right smallcaps">Iohn Reynolds.</p>
</td></tr>
</table>
</div>

<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>

<span class = "pagenum">9</span>

<h4><a name = "jonson" id = "jonson">
THE VISION OF</a><br>
BEN. IONSON, ON THE<br>
MVSES OF HIS FRIEND<br>
M. DRAYTON.</h4>

<div class = "center">
<table summary = "centered poem">
<tr><td>
<div class = "verse">
<p><span class = "firstword">It</span>
hath beene question’d, Michael, if I bee</p>
<p>A Friend at all; or, if at all, to thee:</p>
<p>Because, who make the question, haue not seene</p>
<p>Those ambling visits, passe in verse, betweene</p>
<p>Thy Muse, and mine, as they expect. ’Tis true:</p>
<p>You haue not writ to me, nor I to you;</p>
<p>And, though I now begin, ’tis not to rub</p>
<p>Hanch against Hanch, or raise a riming Club</p>
<p>About the towne: this reck’ning I will pay,</p>
<p>Without conferring symboles. This ’s my day.</p>
<p class = "indent">
It was no Dreame! I was awake, and saw!</p>
<p>Lend me thy voyce, O Fame, that I may draw</p>
<p>Wonder to truth! and haue my Vision hoorld,</p>
<p>Hot from thy trumpet, round, about the world.</p>
<p class = "indent">
I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise,</p>
<p>That all Earth look’d on; and that earth, all Eyes!</p>
<p>It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun</p>
<p>Is fayre got vp, and day some houres begun!</p>
<p>And fill’d an Orbe as circular, as heauen!</p>
<p>The Orbe was cut forth into Regions seauen.</p>
<span class = "pagenum">10</span>
<p>And those so sweet, and well proportion’d parts,</p>
<p>As it had beene the circle of the Arts!</p>
<p>When, by thy bright Ideas standing by,</p>
<p>I found it pure, and perfect Poesy,</p>
<p>There read I, streight, thy learned Legends three,</p>
<p>Heard the soft ayres, between our Swaynes &amp; thee,</p>
<p>Which made me thinke, the old Theocritus,</p>
<p>Or Rurall Virgil come, to pipe to vs!</p>
<p>But then, thy’epistolar Heroick Songs,</p>
<p>Their loues, their quarrels, iealousies, and wrongs</p>
<p>Did all so strike me, as I cry’d, who can</p>
<p>With vs be call’d, the Naso, but this man?</p>
<p>And looking vp, I saw Mineruas fowle,</p>
<p>Pearch’d ouer head, the wise Athenian Owle:</p>
<p>I thought thee then our Orpheus, that wouldst try</p>
<p>Like him, to make the ayre, one volary:</p>
<p>And I had stil’d thee, Orpheus, but before</p>
<p>My lippes could forme the voyce, I heard that Rore,</p>
<p>And Rouze, the Marching of a mighty force,</p>
<p>Drums against Drums, the neighing of the Horse,</p>
<p>The Fights, the Cryes, and wondring at the Iarres</p>
<p>I saw, and read, it was thy Barons Warres!</p>
<p>O, how in those, dost thou instruct these times,</p>
<p>That Rebells actions, are but valiant crimes!</p>
<p>And caried, though with shoute, and noyse, confesse</p>
<p>A wild, and an authoriz’d wickednesse!</p>
<p>Sayst thou so, Lucan? But thou scornst to stay</p>
<p>Vnder one title. Thou hast made thy way</p>
<p>And flight about the Ile, well neare, by this,</p>
<p>In thy admired Periégesis,</p>
<p>Or vniuersall circumduction</p>
<p>Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon.</p>
<p>That reade it? that are rauish’d! such was I</p>
<p>With euery song, I sweare, and so would dye:</p>
<span class = "pagenum">11</span>
<p>But that I heare, againe, thy Drum to beate</p>
<p>A better cause, and strike the brauest heate</p>
<p>That euer yet did fire the English blood!</p>
<p>Our right in France! if ritely vnderstood.</p>
<p>There, thou art Homer! Pray thee vse the stile</p>
<p>Thou hast deseru’d: And let me reade the while</p>
<p>Thy Catalogue of Ships, exceeding his,</p>
<p>Thy list of aydes, and force, for so it is:</p>
<p>The Poets act! and for his Country’s sake</p>
<p>Braue are the Musters, that the Muse will make.</p>
<p>And when he ships them where to vse their Armes,</p>
<p>How do his trumpets breath! What loud alarmes!</p>
<p>Looke, how we read the Spartans were inflam’d</p>
<p>With bold Tyrtæus verse, when thou art nam’d,</p>
<p>So shall our English Youth vrge on, and cry</p>
<p>An Agincourt, an Agincourt, or dye.</p>
<p>This booke! it is a Catechisme to fight,</p>
<p>And will be bought of euery Lord, and Knight,</p>
<p>That can but reade; who cannot, may in prose</p>
<p>Get broken peeces, and fight well by those.</p>
<p>The miseries of Margaret the Queene</p>
<p>Of tender eyes will more be wept, then seene:</p>
<p>I feele it by mine owne, that ouer flow,</p>
<p>And stop my sight, in euery line I goe.</p>
<p>But then refreshed, with thy Fayerie Court,</p>
<p>I looke on Cynthia, and Sirenas sport,</p>
<p>As, on two flowry Carpets, that did rise,</p>
<p>And with their grassie greene restor’d mine eyes.</p>
<p>Yet giue mee leaue, to wonder at the birth</p>
<p>Of thy strange Moon-Calfe, both thy straine of mirth,</p>
<p>And Gossip-got acquaintance, as, to vs</p>
<p>Thou hadst brought Lapland, or old Cobalus,</p>
<p>Empusa, Lamia, or some Monster, more</p>
<p>Then Affricke knew, or the full Grecian shore!</p>
<span class = "pagenum">12</span>
<p>I gratulate it to thee, and thy Ends,</p>
<p>To all thy vertuous, and well chosen Friends,</p>
<p>Onely my losse is, that I am not there:</p>
<p>And, till I worthy am to wish I were,</p>
<p>I call the world, that enuies mee, to see</p>
<p>If I can be a Friend, and Friend to thee.</p>
</div>
</td></tr>
</table>
</div>

<hr>

<div class = "maintext">

<span class = "pagenum">13</span>

<div style = "margin-right: 30%;">
<h5><a name = "agincourt" id = "agincourt">THE</a></h5>
<h4>BATTAILE</h4>
<h6>OF</h6>
<h3><span class = "extended">AGINCOVRT</span>.</h3>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The law Salique was, that women should not inherite; which law, Edward
the third, by his right to the Crowne by his mother, cancelled with his
sword: for so much as at that time made way to his clayme, though in
France that law bee inuiolable.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><span class = "firstword">Ceas’d</span> was the Thunder, of those
Drummes which wak’d</p>
<p>Th’affrighted French their miseries to view,</p>
<p>At Edwards name, which to that houre still quak’d,</p>
<p>Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw,</p>
<p>Yet were the English courages not slak’d,</p>
<p>But the same Bowes, and the same Blades they drew,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With the same Armes, those weapons to aduance,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Henry the 4. so named of a Town in Lincolne Shiere, where he was
borne.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Henry the fift, that man made out of fire,</p>
<p>Th’Imperiall Wreath plac’d on his Princely browe;</p>
<p>His Lyons courage stands not to enquire</p>
<p>Which way olde Henry came by it; or howe</p>
<p>At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire:</p>
<p>What’s that to him? He hath the Garland now;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Let Bullingbrook beware how he it wan,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For Munmouth meanes to keepe it, if he can.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Henry the fift borne at Munmouth in Wales. <ins class = "correction"
title = "spelling unchanged (Dowglass in main text)">Dowglas</ins> in
that battaile slew three in the Kings coat Armour.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That glorious day, which his great Father got,</p>
<p>Vpon the Percyes; calling to their ayde</p>
<p>The valiant Dowglass, that Herculian Scot,</p>
<p>When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde,</p>
<p>Had quite dishartned eu’ry other plot,</p>
<p>And all those Tempests quietly had layde,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
No former King had seene a skye so cleere.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">14</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Wickliffe a learned Diuine, and the greatest Protestant of those
times.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Yet the rich Clergy felt a fearefull Rent,</p>
<p>In the full Bosome of their Church (whilst she</p>
<p>A <a class = "note" name = "line14_3" id = "line14_3" href =
"#note14_3">Monarchesse</a>, immeasurably spent,</p>
<p>Lesse then she was, and thought she might not be:)</p>
<p>By Wickclif and his followers; to preuent</p>
<p>The growth of whose opinions, and to free</p>
<p class = "indent">
That foule Aspersion, which on her they layde,</p>
<p class = "indent">
She her strongst witts must stirre vp to her ayde.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Parliament at Leicester.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When presently <a class = "note" name = "line14_9" id = "line14_9"
href = "#note14_9">a Parliament is <ins class = "correction" title =
"spelling unchanged: compare note">calld</ins></a></p>
<p>To sett things steddy, that stood not so right,</p>
<p>But that thereby the poore might be inthral’d,</p>
<p>Should they be vrged by those that were of might,</p>
<p>That in his Empire, equitie enstauld,</p>
<p>It should continue in that perfect plight;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wherefore to Lester, he th’Assembly drawes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
There to Inact those necessary Lawes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line14_17" id = "line14_17" href =
"#note14_17">In which one Bill (mongst many) there was red</a>,</p>
<p>Against the generall, and superfluous waste</p>
<p>Of temporall Lands, (the Laity that had fed)</p>
<p>Vpon the Houses of Religion caste,</p>
<p>Which for defence might stand the Realme in sted,</p>
<p>Where it most needed were it rightly plac’t;</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line14_23" id = "line14_23" href =
"#note14_23">Which made those Church-men generally to feare</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For all this calme, some tempest might be neare.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And being right skilfull, quickly they forsawe,</p>
<p>No shallow braines this bus’nesse went about:</p>
<p>Therefore with cunning they must cure this flawe;</p>
<p>For of the King they greatly stood in doubt,</p>
<p>Lest him to them, their opposites should drawe,</p>
<p>Some thing must be thrust in, to thrust that out:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And to this end they wisely must prouide</p>
<p class = "indent">
One, this great Engine, Clearkly that could guide.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">15</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Henry Chichley succeeding Arundell (late deceased) in that See.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Chichley, that sate on Canterburies See,</p>
<p>A man well spoken, grauely stout, and wise,</p>
<p>The most select, (then thought of that could be,)</p>
<p>To act what all the Prelacie diuise;</p>
<p>(For well they knew, that in this bus’nesse, he</p>
<p>Would to the vtmost straine his faculties;)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Him lift they vp, with their maine strength, to proue</p>
<p class = "indent">
By some cleane slight this Lybell to remoue.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
So they termed it as not worthy of a better tytle.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>His braine in labour, gladly foorth would bring</p>
<p>Somewhat, that at this needfull time might fit,</p>
<p>The sprightly humor of this youthfull King,</p>
<p>If his inuention could but light of it;</p>
<p>His working soule proiecteth many a thing,</p>
<p>Vntill at length out of the strength of wit,</p>
<p class = "indent">
He found a warre with France, must be the way</p>
<p class = "indent">
To dash this Bill, else threatning their decay.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Whilst vacant mindes sate in their breasts at ease,</p>
<p>And the remembrance of their Conquests past,</p>
<p>Vpon their fansies doth so strongly sease,</p>
<p>As in their teeth, their Cowardise it cast</p>
<p>Rehearsing to them those victorious daies,</p>
<p>The deeds of which, beyond their names should last,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That after ages, reading what was theirs,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Shall hardly thinke, those men had any Heires.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And to this point, premeditating well,</p>
<p>A speech, (which chanc’d, the very pinne to cleaue)</p>
<p>Aym’d, whatsoeuer the successe befell</p>
<p>That it no roomth should for a second leaue,</p>
<p>More of this Title then in hand to tell,</p>
<p>If so his skill him did not much deceaue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And gainst the King in publike should appeare;</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line15_32" id = "line15_32" href =
"#note15_32">Thus frames his speech</a> to the Assembly there.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">16</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration, to the King &amp; Parliament at
Lecester, in the Eleuen following Stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Pardon my boldnesse, my Liedge Soueraine Lord,</p>
<p>Nor your Dread presence let my speech offend,</p>
<p>Your milde attention, fauourably affoord,</p>
<p>Which, such cleere vigour to my spirit shall lend,</p>
<p>That it shall set an edge vpon your Sword,</p>
<p>To my demand, and make you to attend,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Asking you, why, men train’d to Armes you keepe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Your right in France yet suffering still to sleepe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Can such a Prince be in an Iland pent,</p>
<p>And poorely thus shutt vp within a Sea.</p>
<p>When as your right includes that large extent,</p>
<p>To th’either Alpes your Empire forth to lay,</p>
<p>Can he be English borne, and is not bent</p>
<p>To follow you, appoint you but the way,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Weele wade if we want ships, the waues or climme,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In one hand hold our swords, with th’other swim.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Crowne of France descended vpon Edward the third, from Isabell his
Mother, Daughter and suruiuing heyre, to King Philippe of France named
the fayre.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>What time controules, your braue great Grandsires claim,</p>
<p>To th’Realme of France, from Philip nam’d the faire,</p>
<p>Which to King Edward by his mother came,</p>
<p>Queene Isabel; that Philips onely heire,</p>
<p>Which this short intermission doth not maime,</p>
<p>But if it did, as he, so yours repaire;</p>
<p class = "indent">
That where his Right in bloud preuailed not,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In spight of hell, yet by his Sword he got.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>What set that Conqueror, by their Salique Lawes,</p>
<p>Those poore decrees their Parliaments could make,</p>
<p>He entred on the iustnesse of his Cause,</p>
<p>To make good, what he dar’d to vndertake,</p>
<p>And once in Action, he stood not to pause,</p>
<p>But in vpon them like a Tempest brake,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And downe their buildings with such fury bare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That they from mists dissolued were to ayre.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">17</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>As those braue Edwards, Father, and the Sonne,</p>
<p>At Conquer’d Cressy, with successefull lucke,</p>
<p>Where first all France (as at one game) they wonne,</p>
<p>Neuer two Warriours, such a Battaile strucke,</p>
<p>That when the bloudy dismall fight was done,</p>
<p>Here in one heape, there in another Rucke</p>
<p class = "indent">
Princes and Peasants lay together mixt,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The English Swords, no difference knew betwixt.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Iames, Daulphine of Viennoies. The Dukes of Lorraine, and Burbon. The
Earles of Aumerle, Sauoye, Mountbilliard, Flaunders, Neuers &amp;
Harecourt.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>There Lewes King of <a class = "note" name = "line17_9" id =
"line17_9" href = "#note17_9">Beame</a> was ouerthrowne</p>
<p>With valient Charles, of France the younger Brother,</p>
<p>A Daulphine, and two Dukes, in pieces hewen;</p>
<p>To them six Earles lay slaine by one another;</p>
<p>There the grand Prior of France, fetcht his last groane,</p>
<p>Two Archbishops the boystrous Croud doth smother,</p>
<p class = "indent">
There fifteene thousand of their Gentrie dy’de</p>
<p class = "indent">
With each two Souldiers, slaughtered by his side.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
King Iohn of France and Philip his Son taken by the Black Prince at the
Battaile of Poyteers, brought Prisoners to England.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Iohn of Cleumount.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Peter of Burbon.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Nor the Blacke Prince, at Poyteers battaile fought;</p>
<p>Short of his Father, and himselfe before,</p>
<p>Her King and Prince, that prisoners hither brought</p>
<p>From forty thousand weltring in their gore,</p>
<p>That in the Worlds opinion it was thought,</p>
<p>France from that instant could subsist no more,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Marshall, and the Constable, there slaine</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnder the Standard, in that Battaile ta’ne.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Examples of such as haue aduanced thẽselues to the Crowne of France
against the strict letter of the lawe Salique, in the two following
Stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Nor is this clayme for women to succeede,</p>
<p>(Gainst which they would your right to France debarre)</p>
<p>A thing so new, that it so much should neede</p>
<p>Such opposition, as though fetcht from farre,</p>
<p>By Pepin this is prou’d, as by a deede,</p>
<p>Deposing Cheldrick, by a fatall warre,</p>
<p class = "indent">
By Blythild dar’d his title to aduance,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Daughter to Clothar, first so nam’d of France.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">18</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Hugh Capet, who from Charles of Lorayne tooke</p>
<p>The Crowne of France, that he in peace might raigne,</p>
<p>As heire to Lingard to her title stooke,</p>
<p>Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine,</p>
<p>So holy Lewes poring on his booke,</p>
<p>Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
From Ermingard his Grandame, claim’d the Crowne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Duke Charles his daughter, wrongfully put downe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Nor thinke my Leege a fitter time then this,</p>
<p>You could haue found your Title to aduance,</p>
<p>At the full height when now the faction is,</p>
<p>T’wixt Burgoyne, and the house of Orleance,</p>
<p>Your purpose you not possibly can misse,</p>
<p>It for my Lord so luckily doth chance,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That whilst these two in opposition stand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
You may haue time, your Army there to land.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse,</p>
<p>My visuall sence, me thinkes in euery eye</p>
<p>I see such cheere, as of our good successe</p>
<p>In France hereafter seemes to Prophecie;</p>
<p>Thinke not my Soueraigne, my Alegeance lesse</p>
<p>Quoth he; my Lords nor doe you misaply</p>
<p class = "indent">
My words: thus long vpon this subiect spent,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who humbly here submit to your assent.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>This speech of his, that powerfull Engine prou’d,</p>
<p>Then e’r our Fathers got, which rais’d vs hier,</p>
<p>The Clergies feare that quietly remou’d,</p>
<p>And into France transferd our Hostile fier,</p>
<p>It made the English through the world belou’d,</p>
<p>That durst to those so mighty things aspire,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And gaue so cleere a luster to our fame,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That neighbouring Nations trembled at our name.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">19</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When through the house, this rumor scarcely ran,</p>
<p>That warre with France propounded was againe,</p>
<p>In all th’Assembly there was not a man,</p>
<p>But put the proiect on with might and maine,</p>
<p>So great applause it generally wan,</p>
<p>That else no bus’nesse they would entertaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As though their honour vtterly were lost,</p>
<p class = "indent">
If this designe should any way be crost.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>So much mens mindes, now vpon France were set</p>
<p>That euery one doth with himselfe forecast,</p>
<p>What might fall out this enterprize to let,</p>
<p>As what againe might giue it wings of hast,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line19_13" id = "line19_13" href =
"#note19_13">And for they knew, the French did still abet</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note19_13">The Scot against vs, (which we
vsde to tast)</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
It question’d was if it were fit or no,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To Conquer them, ere we to France should goe.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Ralph Neuill then Warden of the Marches betwixt England and
Scotland.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
An old adage, He that will France winne: must with Scotland first
beginne.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Which Ralph then Earle of Westmorland propos’d,</p>
<p>Quoth he, with Scotland let vs first begin,</p>
<p>By which we are vpon the North inclos’d,</p>
<p>And lockt with vs, one Continent within,</p>
<p>Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos’d,</p>
<p>And with more ease, yee spatious France may winne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Else of our selues, ere we our Ships can cleere,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To land in France; they will inuade vs here.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Excester the Kings own vnckle.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Not so braue Neuill, Excester replies,</p>
<p>For that of one two labours were to make,</p>
<p>For Scotland wholly vpon France relies;</p>
<p>First, Conquer France, and Scotland yee may take,</p>
<p>Tis the French pay, the Scot to them that tyes,</p>
<p>That stopt, asunder quickly yee shall shake</p>
<p class = "indent">
The French and Scots; to France then first say I,</p>
<p class = "indent">
First, first, to France, then all the Commons cry.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">20</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The first breach with France.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line20_1" id = "line20_1" href =
"#note20_1">And instantly an Embassy is sent</a>,</p>
<p>To Charles of France, to will him to restore</p>
<p>Those Territories, of whose large extent,</p>
<p>The English Kings were owners of before;</p>
<p>Which if he did not, and incontinent,</p>
<p>The King would set those English on his Shore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That in despight of him, and all his might,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Should leaue their liues there, or redeeme his right.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Countries demanded by the King of England.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>First Normandy, in his demand he makes,</p>
<p>With Aquitane, a Dutchy no lesse great,</p>
<p>Aniou, and Mayne, with Gascoyne which he takes</p>
<p>Cleerely his owne, as any English seat;</p>
<p>With these proud France, he first of all awakes,</p>
<p>For their deliuery, giuing power to treat;</p>
<p class = "indent">
For well he knew, if Charles should these restore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
No King of France was euer left so poore.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King and Daulphine of France, deriding the King of England.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The King, and Daulphin, to his proud demand,</p>
<p>That he might see they no such matter ment,</p>
<p>As a thing fitter for his youthfull hand;</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line20_20" id = "line20_20" href =
"#note20_20">A Tunne of Paris Tennis balls him sent</a>,</p>
<p>Better himselfe to make him vnderstand,</p>
<p>Deriding his ridiculous intent:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And that was all the answere he could get,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which more, the King doth to this Conquest whet.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Henry the fift answered for the Tennis Balls.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
The language of Tennis.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That answering the Ambassadour, quoth he,</p>
<p>Thanks for my Balls, to Charles your Soueraigne giue,</p>
<p>And thus assure him, and his sonne from me,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line20_28" id = "line20_28" href =
"#note20_28">I’le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue,</a></p>
<p>That they such Racket shall in Paris see,</p>
<p>When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As that before the Set be fully done,</p>
<p class = "indent">
France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">21</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>So little doth luxurious France fore-see</p>
<p>By her disdaine, what shee vpon her drew:</p>
<p>In her most brauery seeming then to be,</p>
<p>The punishment that shortly should ensue,</p>
<p>Which so incenst the English King, that he</p>
<p>For full reuenge into that fury grew:</p>
<p class = "indent">
That those three horrors, Famine, Sword, and Fire,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Could not suffice to satisfie his ire.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>In all mens mouthes now was no word but warre,</p>
<p>As though no thing had any other name;</p>
<p>And folke would aske of them ariu’d from farre,</p>
<p>What forces were preparing whence they came?</p>
<p>’Gainst any bus’nesse ’twas a lawfull barre</p>
<p>To say for France they were; and ’twas a shame</p>
<p class = "indent">
For any man to take in hand to doe</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ought, but some thing that did belong thereto.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Blades accounted of the best temper.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Olde Armours are drest vp, and new are made;</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line21_18" id = "line21_18" href =
"#note21_18">Iacks</a> are in working, and strong shirts of Male,</p>
<p>He scowers <a class = "note" name = "line21_19" id = "line21_19" href
= "#note21_19">an olde Fox</a>, he a Bilbowe blade,</p>
<p>Now Shields and Targets onely are for sale;</p>
<p>Who works for warre, now thriueth by his Trade,</p>
<p>The browne Bill, and the Battell-Axe preuaile:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The curious <a class = "note" name = "line21_23" id = "line21_23" href =
"#note21_23">Fletcher</a> fits his well-strung Bowe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And his barb’d Arrow which he sets to showe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,</p>
<p>(E’r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)</p>
<p>Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,</p>
<p>With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,</p>
<p>Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht</p>
<p>To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:</p>
<p class = "indent">
His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And bids them worke that will, to France hee’ll goe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">22</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Armed at all points.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Armings for the thigh and legge.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Armings for the arme and shoulder.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Rich Saddles for <a class = "note" name = "line22_1" id = "line22_1"
href = "#note22_1">the Light-horse and the Bard</a></p>
<p>For to be brau’st there’s not a man but plyes,</p>
<p>Plumes, Bandroules, and Caparizons prepar’d;</p>
<p>Whether of two, and men at Armes diuise</p>
<p>The Greaues, or Guyses were the surer guard,</p>
<p>The Vambrasse, or the Pouldron, they should prize;</p>
<p class = "indent">
And where a stand of Pykes plac’t close, or large,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which way to take aduantage in the Charge.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>One traynes his Horse, another trayles his Pyke,</p>
<p>He with his Pole-Axe, practiseth the fight,</p>
<p>The Bowe-man (which no Country hath the like)</p>
<p>With his sheafe Arrow, proueth by his might,</p>
<p>How many score off, he his Foe can strike,</p>
<p>Yet not to draw aboue his bosomes hight:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Trumpets sound the Charge and the Retreat,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The bellowing Drumme, the Martch againe doth beat.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Great Ordnance then but newly in vse.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Cannons vpon their Caridge mounted are,</p>
<p>Whose Battery France must feele vpon her Walls,</p>
<p>The Engineer prouiding the Petar,</p>
<p>To breake the strong Percullice, and the Balls,</p>
<p>Of Wild-fire deuis’d to throw from farre,</p>
<p>To burne to ground their Pallaces and Halls:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Some studying are, the scale which they had got,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Thereby to take the Leuell of their Shot.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The man in yeares preacht to his youthfull sonne</p>
<p>Prest to this Warre, as they sate by the fire,</p>
<p>What deedes in France were by his Father done,</p>
<p>To this attempt to worke him to aspire,</p>
<p>And told him, there how he an Ensigne wonne,</p>
<p>Which many a yeare was hung vp in the Quire:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And in the Battell, where he made his way,</p>
<p class = "indent">
How many French men he struck downe that day.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">23</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The good old man, with teares of ioy would tell,</p>
<p>In Cressy field what prizes Edward play’d,</p>
<p>As what at Poycteers the Black Prince befell,</p>
<p>How like a Lyon, he about him layd:</p>
<p>In deedes of Armes how Awdley did excell,</p>
<p>For their olde sinnes, how they the French men payd:</p>
<p class = "indent">
How brauely Basset did behaue him there:</p>
<p class = "indent">
How Oxford charg’d the Van, Warwick the Reare.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And Boy, quoth he, I haue heard thy Grandsire say,</p>
<p>That once he did an English Archer see,</p>
<p>Who shooting at a French twelue score away,</p>
<p>Quite through the body, stuck him to a Tree;</p>
<p>Vpon their strengths a King his Crowne might lay:</p>
<p>Such were the men of that braue age, quoth he,</p>
<p class = "indent">
When with his Axe he at his Foe let driue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Murriain and scalpe downe to the teeth did riue.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line23_17" id = "line23_17" href =
"#note23_17">The scarlet Iudge might now set vp his Mule</a>,</p>
<p>With neighing Steeds the Streetes so pestred are;</p>
<p>For where he wont in Westminster to rule,</p>
<p>On his Tribunal sate the man of Warre,</p>
<p>The Lawyer to his Chamber doth recule,</p>
<p>For be hath now no bus’nesse at the Barre:</p>
<p class = "indent">
But to make Wills and Testaments for those</p>
<p class = "indent">
That were for France, their substance to dispose.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line23_25" id = "line23_25" href =
"#note23_25">By this, the Counsell of this Warre had met</a>,</p>
<p>And had at large of eu’ry thing discust;</p>
<p>And the graue Clergie had with them beene set:</p>
<p>To warrant what they vndertook was iust,</p>
<p>And as for monies that to be no let,</p>
<p>They bad the King for that to them to trust:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Church to pawne, would see her Challice layde,</p>
<p class = "indent">
E’r shee would leaue one Pyoner vnpayde.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">24</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Halfe the circuit of the Island, from the Spanish to the German
Ocean.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Edward the third.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>From Milford Hauen, to the mouth of Tweed,</p>
<p>Ships of all burthen to Southampton brought,</p>
<p>For there the King the Rendeuous decreed</p>
<p>To beare aboard his most victorious fraught:</p>
<p>The place from whence he with the greatest speed</p>
<p>Might land in France, (of any that was thought)</p>
<p class = "indent">
And with successe vpon that lucky shore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Where his great Grandsire landed had before.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But, for he found those vessels were to fewe,</p>
<p>That into France his Army should conuay:</p>
<p>He sent to Belgia, whose great store he knewe,</p>
<p>Might now at neede supply him euery way.</p>
<p>His bounty ample, as the windes that blewe,</p>
<p>Such Barkes for Portage out of eu’ry bay</p>
<p class = "indent">
In Holland, Zealand, and in Flanders, brings;</p>
<p class = "indent">
As spred the wide <a class = "note" name = "line24_16" id = "line24_16"
href = "#note24_16">sleeue</a> with their canuase wings.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Sea betwixt France and England so called.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Catalogue of the Ships in 12 Stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But first seauen Ships from Rochester are sent,</p>
<p>The narrow Seas, of all the French to sweepe:</p>
<p>All men of Warre with <a class = "note" name = "line24_19" id =
"line24_19" href = "#note24_19">scripts of Mart</a> that went,</p>
<p>And had command, the Coast of France to keepe:</p>
<p>The comming of a Nauie to preuent,</p>
<p>And view what strength, was in the Bay of <a class = "note" name =
"line24_22" id = "line24_22" href = "#note24_22">Deepe</a>:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And if they found it like to come abroad,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To doe their best to fire it in the Road.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The names of the Kings 7 Ships of War.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
An Indian Bird so great, that she is able to carry an Elephant.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Bonauenture, George, and the Expence,</p>
<p>Three as tall Ships, as e’r did Cable tewe,</p>
<p>The Henry Royall, at her parting thence,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line24_28" id = "line24_28" href =
"#note24_28">Like the huge Ruck from Gillingham that flewe</a>:</p>
<p>The Antilop, the Elephant, Defence,</p>
<p>Bottoms as good as euer spread a clue:</p>
<p class = "indent">
All hauing charge, their voyage hauing bin,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Before Southampton to take Souldiers in.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">25</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Twelue Merchants Ships, of mighty burthen all,</p>
<p>New off the Stocks, that had beene rig’d for <a class = "note" name =
"line25_2" id = "line25_2" href = "#note25_2">Stoad</a>,</p>
<p>Riding in Thames by Lymehouse and Blackwall</p>
<p>That ready were their Merchandize to load,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line25_5" id = "line25_5" href =
"#note25_5">Straitly commanded by the Admirall,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note25_5">At the same Port to settle their
aboad</a>:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And each of these a Pinnis at command,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To put her fraught conueniently to land.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Eight goodly Ships, so Bristow ready made,</p>
<p>Which to the King they bountifully lent,</p>
<p>With Spanish Wines which they for Ballast lade,</p>
<p>In happy speed of his braue Voyage ment,</p>
<p>Hoping his Conquest should enlarge their Trade,</p>
<p>And there-withall a rich and spacious Tent:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And as, this Fleet the Seuerne Seas doth stem,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Fiue more from Padstowe came along with them.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Hare of Loo, a right good Ship well knowne,</p>
<p>The yeare before that twice the Strayts had past,</p>
<p>Two wealthy Spanish Merchants did her owne,</p>
<p>Who then but lately had repair’d her wast;</p>
<p>For from her Deck a Pyrate she had blowne,</p>
<p>After a long Fight, and him tooke at last:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And from Mounts Bay sixe more, that still in sight,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wayted with her before the Ile of Wight.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Bay of Portugall one of the highest working Seas that is known.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>From Plymmouth next came in the Blazing Starre,</p>
<p>And fiery Dragon to take in their fraught;</p>
<p>With other foure, especiall men of Warre,</p>
<p>That in the <a class = "note" name = "line25_28" id = "line25_28"
href = "#note25_28">Bay of Portugall</a> had fought;</p>
<p>And though returning from a Voyage farre,</p>
<p>Stem’d that rough Sea, when at the high’st it wrought:</p>
<p class = "indent">
With these, of Dertmouth seau’n good Ships there were,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The golden Cressant in their tops that beare.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">26</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>So Lyme, three Ships into the Nauy sent,</p>
<p>Of which the Sampson scarse a mon’th before,</p>
<p>Had sprung a Planke, and her mayne Mast had spent,</p>
<p>With extreame perill that she got to shore;</p>
<p>With them fiue other out of Waymouth went,</p>
<p>Which by Southampton, were made vp a score:</p>
<p class = "indent">
With those that rode (at pleasure) in the Bay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And that at Anchor before Portsmouth lay.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Country lying upon the east Sea bordring upon Poland.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Famous for Herring fishing.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Next these, Newcastle furnisheth the Fleet</p>
<p>With nine good Hoyes of necessary vse;</p>
<p>The Danish Pyrats, valiantly that beet,</p>
<p>Offring to Sack them as they sayl’d for Sluce:</p>
<p>Six Hulks from Hull at Humbers mouth them meet,</p>
<p>Which had them oft accompanied to <a class = "note" name =
"line26_14" id = "line26_14" href = "#note26_14">Pruce</a>.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Fiue more from Yarmouth falling them among,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That had for Fishing beene prepared long.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Cowe of Harwich, neuer put to flight,</p>
<p>For Hides, and Furres, late to Muscouia bound,</p>
<p>Of the same Port, another nam’d the Spight,</p>
<p>That in her comming lately through the Sound,</p>
<p>After a two-dayes-still-continued fight,</p>
<p>Had made three Flemings runne themselues a ground;</p>
<p class = "indent">
With three neat <a class = "note" name = "line26_23" id = "line26_23"
href = "#note26_23">Flee-boats</a> which with them doe take,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Six Ships of Sandwich vp the Fleet to make.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Aydes to the King by the Nobility.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Nine Ships for the Nobility there went,</p>
<p>Of able men, the enterprize to ayde,</p>
<p>Which to the King most liberally they lent,</p>
<p>At their owne charge, and bountifully payde,</p>
<p>Northumberland, and Westmerland in sent</p>
<p>Fourescore at Armes a peece, themselues and layde</p>
<p class = "indent">
At six score Archers each, as Suffolke showes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Twenty tall men at Armes, with forty Bowes.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">27</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Warwick and Stafford leauied at no lesse</p>
<p>Then noble Suffolke, nor doe offer more</p>
<p>Of men at Armes, and Archers which they presse,</p>
<p>Of their owne Tenants, Arm’d with their owne store:</p>
<p>Their forwardnesse fore-showes their good successe</p>
<p>In such a Warre, as had not beene before:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And other Barrons vnder Earles that were,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Yet dar’d with them an equall charge to beare.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Darcy and Camois, zealous for the King,</p>
<p>Louell, Fitzwater, Willoughby, and Rosse,</p>
<p>Berckley, Powis, Burrell, fast together cling;</p>
<p>Seymer, and Saint Iohn for the bus’nesse closse,</p>
<p>Each twenty Horse, and forty foote doe bring</p>
<p>More, to nine hundred mounting in the grosse</p>
<p class = "indent">
In those nine Ships, and fitly them bestow’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which with the other fall into the Road.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line27_17" id = "line27_17" href =
"#note27_17">From Holland, Zeland, and from Flanders wonne</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note27_17">By weekely pay, threescore
twelue Bottoms came</a>,</p>
<p>From fifty vpward, to fiue hundred Tunne;</p>
<p>For eu’ry vse a Marriner could name,</p>
<p>Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne,</p>
<p>Show’d as the Sea had all beene of a flame;</p>
<p class = "indent">
For Skiffes, Crayes, Scallops, and the like, why these</p>
<p class = "indent">
From eu’ry small Creeke, cou’red all the Seas.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The man whose way from London hap’d to lye,</p>
<p>By those he met might guesse the generall force,</p>
<p>Daily encountred as he passed by,</p>
<p>Now with a Troupe of Foote, and then of Horse,</p>
<p>To whom the people still themselues apply,</p>
<p>Bringing them victuals as in mere remorce:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And still <a class = "note" name = "line27_31" id = "line27_31" href =
"#note27_31">the acclamation of the presse</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Saint George for England, to your good successe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">28</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line28_1" id = "line28_1" href =
"#note28_1">There might a man haue seene in eu’ry Streete</a>,</p>
<p>The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne:</p>
<p>Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete:</p>
<p>The Wife with her deare Husband ne’r had done:</p>
<p>Brother, his Brother, with adieu to greete:</p>
<p>One Friend to take leaue of another runne:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Mayden with her best belou’d to part,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Gaue him her hand, who tooke away her heart.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue,</p>
<p>On their coruetting Coursers mounted faire,</p>
<p>One ware his Mistris Garter, one her Gloue;</p>
<p>And he a lock of his deare Ladies haire;</p>
<p>And he her Colours, whom he most did loue;</p>
<p>There was not one but did some Fauour weare:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And each one tooke it, on his happy speede,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To make it famous by some Knightly deede.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The cloudes of dust, that from the wayes arose,</p>
<p>Which in their martch, the trampling Troupes doe reare:</p>
<p>When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose</p>
<p>In his descending, shining wondrous cleare,</p>
<p>To the beholder farre off standing showes</p>
<p>Like some besieged Towne, that were on fire:</p>
<p class = "indent">
As though fore-telling e’r they should returne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That many a Citie yet secure must burne.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The well-rig’d Nauie falne into the Road,</p>
<p>For this short Cut with victuall fully stor’d,</p>
<p>The King impatient of their long aboad,</p>
<p>Commands his Army instantly aboard,</p>
<p>Casting to haue each Company bestow’d,</p>
<p>As then the time conuenience could afford;</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Ships appointed wherein they should goe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And Boats prepar’d for waftage to and fro.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">29</span>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>a</sup> A Blazon of the Ensignes of the seuerall Shires, in 14
Stanzas following.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>To be imbarqu’d when euery Band comes downe,</p>
<p>Each in their order as they mustred were,</p>
<p>Or by the difference of their <sup>a</sup>Armings knowne,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line29_4" id = "line29_4" href =
"#note29_4">Or by their Colours; for in Ensignes there,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note29_4">Some wore the Armes of their
most ancient Towne,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note29_4">Others againe their owne Diuises
beare</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
There was not any, but that more or lesse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Something had got, that something should expresse.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>b</sup> Expressing their freedom, as still retaining their ancient
liberties, by surprising the Conqueror like a mouing Wood.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>c</sup> An expressiõ of King Harolds death, slaine with an Arrow in
the head, at the Battaile of Hastings, fighting against the
Conqueror.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>First, in the <sup>b</sup>Kentish Stremer was a Wood,</p>
<p>Out of whose top an arme that held a Sword,</p>
<p>As their right Embleme; and to make it good,</p>
<p>They aboue other onely had a Word,</p>
<p>Which was; Vnconquer’d; as that freest had stood.</p>
<p><sup>c</sup>Sussex the next that was to come Aboard</p>
<p class = "indent">
Bore a Blacke Lyon Rampant, sore that bled,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With a Field-Arrow darted through the head.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>d</sup> The first famous Earle of that Countrey.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>e</sup> Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that
County, lying vpon the French sea.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The men of <sup>d</sup>Surrey, Cheeky Blew and gold,</p>
<p>(Which for braue Warren their first Earle they wore,</p>
<p>In many a Field that honour’d was of olde:)</p>
<p>And Hamshere next in the same Colours bore,</p>
<p>Three Lions Passant, th’ Armes of Beuis bould,</p>
<p>Who through the World so famous was of yore;</p>
<p class = "indent">
A siluer<sup>e</sup> Tower, Dorsets Red Banner beares;</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>f</sup> As lying the fittest to expell or forwarne Inuasion.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>g</sup> Expressing the delicacy of the Bath, their chiefe
Citty.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>h</sup> The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of Gloster
borne by the City.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>a</sup> Stonidge being the first wonder of England, standing in
Wiltshire.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>b</sup> An old Embleme of Berech, or Berkshire.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The <sup>f</sup>Deuonshire Band, a Beacon set on fire,</p>
<p>Sommerset <sup>g</sup>a Virgine bathing in a Spring,</p>
<p>Their Cities Armes, the men of Glostershire,</p>
<p>In Gold three <sup>h</sup>Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring;</p>
<span class = "pagenum">30</span>
<p>Wiltshire a Crowned<sup>a</sup> Piramed; As nigher</p>
<p>Then any other to martch to the King;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Barkshire a <sup>b</sup>Stag, vnder an Oake that stood,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>c</sup> A Badge of the ancient family of the Staffords Dukes of
that place.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>d</sup> Queene Helen Founder of the Crosse, wife to Constantine,
and Daughter to King Coell, builder of Colchester in Essex.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>e</sup> Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>f</sup> For the braue prospect to the Germaine Ocean.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The mustred men for <sup>c</sup>Buckingham, are gone</p>
<p>Vnder the Swan, the Armes of that olde Towne,</p>
<p>The Londoners, and Middlesex as one,</p>
<p>Are by the Red Crosse, and the Dagger knowne;</p>
<p>The Men of <sup>d</sup>Essex ouermatch’d by none,</p>
<p>Vnder Queene Hellens Image Martching downe;</p>
<p class = "indent">
<sup>e</sup>Suffolke a Sunne halfe risen from the <a class = "note" name
= "line30_11" id = "line30_11" href = "#note30_11">brack</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
<sup>f</sup>Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphines backe.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>g</sup> Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersitie their Shiere
Towne.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>h</sup> The Armes of the Towne somewhat alluding to the name.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>i</sup> The Armes of the towne of Huntingdon, first so named of a
place where Hunters met.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Souldiers sent from <sup>g</sup>Cambridgshire, a&nbsp;Bay</p>
<p>Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower:</p>
<p>Hartford<sup>h</sup> two Harts that in a Riuer play;</p>
<p>Bedfords an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower,</p>
<p>And <sup>i</sup>Huntington a People proud as they,</p>
<p>Not giuing place to any for their power,</p>
<p class = "indent">
A youthfull Hunter, with a Chaplet Crown’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In a pyde <a class = "note" name = "line30_20" id = "line30_20" href =
"#note30_20">Lyam</a> leading forth his Hound.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>k</sup> The armes of the towne.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>l</sup> From the aboundance of wooll in that tract.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>m</sup> A sport more vsed in that Shiere from ancient time, then in
any other.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>n</sup> For the length that it hath vpon the Germane Ocean.</p>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Northampton<sup>k</sup> with a Castle seated high,</p>
<p>Supported by two Lyons thither came;</p>
<p>The men of <sup>l</sup>Rutland, to them marching nie,</p>
<p>In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram,</p>
<p>And <sup>m</sup>Lestershire that on their strength relye,</p>
<p>A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Lincolne<sup>n</sup> a Ship most neatly that was lim’d</p>
<p class = "indent">
In all her Sailes with Flags and Pennons trim’d.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<span class = "pagenum">31</span>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>a</sup> The Beare and ragged Staffe, the ancient Armes of that
Earledome.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>b</sup> For the aboundance of fruit more there then in any other
tract.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>c</sup> The finenesse of the wooll of Lemster in that Shiere.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>d</sup> Many Hermites liued there in the woods in times past, it
being all forrestie.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>e</sup> Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that Shiere,
on which many Hawkes were wont to airy.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Stout<sup>a</sup> Warwickshire, her ancient badge the Beare,</p>
<p>Worster<sup>b</sup> a Peare-Tree laden with the Fruit,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line31_3" id = "line31_3" href =
"#note31_3">A Golden Fleece and<sup>c</sup> Hereford doth weare</a>,</p>
<p>Stafford<sup>d</sup> a Hermet in his homely sute,</p>
<p>Shropshire<sup>e</sup> a Falcon towring in the Ayre,</p>
<p>And for <a class = "note" name = "line31_6" id = "line31_6" href =
"#note31_6">the Shiere whose surface seems most brute</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Darby, an Eagle sitting on a Roote,</p>
<p class = "indent">
A swathed Infant holding in her foote.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>f</sup> That famous out-law liued much in that Country, and is yet
by many places there celebrated.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>g</sup> Accounted euer the best Archers in England.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Olde<sup>f</sup> Nottingham, an Archer clad in greene,</p>
<p>Vnder a Tree with his drawne Bowe that stood,</p>
<p>Which in a checkquer’d Flagge farre off was seene:</p>
<p>It was the Picture of olde Robin Hood,</p>
<p>And<sup>g</sup> Lancashire not as the least I weene,</p>
<p>Thorough three Crownes, three Arrowes smear’d with blood:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Cheshiere a Banner very square and broad,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>h</sup> For their agillity with the Speare, and swiftnesse of their
Naggs.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>i</sup> Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>k</sup> Expressing the scite therof iuting out into those dangerous
Seas, betwixt England and Ireland.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>l</sup> Their terrible conflicts <em>(</em>many times<em>)</em>
with the Scots, expressed in the fight between the golden and red
Lyons.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>A flaming Lance, the<sup>h</sup> Yorkshiere men for them,</p>
<p>As those for Durham neere againe at hand,</p>
<p>A Myter crowned with a Diadem:</p>
<p>An Armed man, the men of<sup>i</sup> Cumberland:</p>
<p>So<sup>k</sup> Westmerland link’d with it in one Stem,</p>
<p>A Ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Northumberland<sup>l</sup> with these com’n as a Brother,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Two Lyons fighting tearing one another.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Thus as themselues the English men had show’d</p>
<p>Vnder the Ensigne of each seu’rall Shiere,</p>
<p>The Natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow’d</p>
<p>To their owne King, nor yet lesse valiant were,</p>
<span class = "pagenum">32</span>
<p>In one strong Reg’ment had themselues bestow’d,</p>
<p>And of the rest, resumed had the Reare:</p>
<p class = "indent">
To their owne Quarter marching as the rest,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As neatly Arm’d, and brauely as the best.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>a</sup> Milford Hauen in Pembrookeshiere, one of the brauest
harbours in the knowne world, therefore not vnaptly so expressed.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>b</sup> Partly Dutch, partly English, partly Welch.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>c</sup> Merlin, by whose birth and knowledge that towne is made
famous.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><sup>a</sup>Pembrooke, a Boat wherein a Lady stood,</p>
<p>Rowing her selfe within a quiet Bay;</p>
<p>Those men of South-Wales of the <sup>b</sup>mixed blood,</p>
<p>Had of the Welch the leading of the way:</p>
<p>Caermardin<sup>c</sup> in her Colours beare a Rood,</p>
<p>Whereon an olde man lean’d himselfe to stay</p>
<p class = "indent">
At a Starre pointing; which of great renowne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Was skilfull Merlin, namer of that Towne.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>d</sup> A Watch Tower or Pharus, hauing the scituation where
Seuerne beginneth to widden, as when Pirats haue come in to giue warning
to the other Maratyne Countries.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>e</sup> For the glory it hath attained, to be the Kings
birth-place, and to expresse his principalities.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><sup>d</sup>Clamorgan men, a Castell great and hie,</p>
<p>From which, out of the Battlement aboue,</p>
<p>A flame shot vp it selfe into the skye:</p>
<p>The men of <sup>e</sup>Munmouth (for the ancient loue</p>
<p>To that deare Country; neighbouring them so nie)</p>
<p>Next after them in Equipage that moue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Three Crownes Imperiall which supported were,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With three Arm’d Armes, in their proud Ensigne beare.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>f</sup> The Armes of Brecknock.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>g</sup> Lying towards the midst of Wales, and for aboundance of
Sheepe, liuing on those high Mountaines.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>h</sup> Expressing the scituation of that Shiere, lying on the
Maratine part vpon the Irish Sea.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>i</sup> For the aboundance of Goates, being on those inaccessible
Mountaines.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The men of <sup>f</sup>Brecknock brought a Warlick Tent,</p>
<p>Vpon whose top there sate a watchfull Cock,</p>
<p>Radnor,<sup>g</sup> a mountaine of a high assent,</p>
<p>Thereon a Shepheard keeping of his Flock,</p>
<p>As <sup>h</sup>Cardigan the next to them that went,</p>
<p>Came with a Mermayde sitting on a Rock,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And <sup>i</sup>Merioneth beares (as these had done)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Three dancing Goates against the rising Sunne.</p>
</div>

<p class = "allclear">&nbsp;</p>

<span class = "pagenum">33</span>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>a</sup> The Shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>b</sup> As opening it selfe to the great North or Deucalidonian
Sea.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
<sup>c</sup> Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse, in that little
Tract.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Those of <sup>a</sup>Montgomery, beare a prancing Steed,</p>
<p>Denbigh<sup>b</sup> a Neptune with his three-fork’d Mace:</p>
<p>Flintshiere<sup>c</sup> a Workmayd in her Summers weed,</p>
<p>With Sheafe and Sickle (with a warlick pace)</p>
<p>Those of Caernaruon not the least in speed,</p>
<p>Though marching last (in the mayne Armies face)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Three golden Eagles in their Ensigne brought,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnder which oft braue Owen Guyneth fought.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Seas amazed at the fearefull sight,</p>
<p>Of Armes, and Ensignes, that aboard were brought,</p>
<p>Of Streamers, Banners, Pennons, Ensignes pight,</p>
<p>Vpon each Pup and Prowe; and at the fraught,</p>
<p>So full of terror, that it hardly might</p>
<p>Into a naturall course againe be brought,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As the vaste Nauie which at Anchor rides,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Proudly presumes to shoulder out the Tides.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Simile of the Nauy.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line33_17" id = "line33_17" href =
"#note33_17">The Fleet then full</a>, and floating on the Maine,</p>
<p>The numerous Masts, with their braue Topsailes spred,</p>
<p>When as the Winde a little doth them straine,</p>
<p>Seeme like a Forrest bearing her proud head</p>
<p>Against some rough flawe, that forerunns a raine;</p>
<p>So do they looke from euery loftie sted,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which with the Surges tumbled too and fro,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Seeme (euen) to bend, as trees are seene to doe.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The braue solemnity at the departing of the Fleet.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>From euery Ship when as the Ordnance rore,</p>
<p>Of their depart, that all might vnderstand,</p>
<p>When as the zealous people from the shore,</p>
<p>Againe with fires salute them from the Land,</p>
<p>For so was order left with them before,</p>
<p>To watch the Beacons, with a carefull hand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which being once fierd, the people more or lesse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Should all to Church, and pray for their successe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">34</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>They shape their Course into the Month of Seyne,</p>
<p>That destin’d Flood those Nauies to receiue,</p>
<p>Before whose fraught her France had prostrate laine,</p>
<p>As now she must this, that shall neuer leaue,</p>
<p>Vntill the Engines that it doth containe,</p>
<p>Into the ayre her heightned walls shall heaue;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whose stubborne Turrets had refus’d to bow,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To that braue Nation that shall shake them now.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line34_9" id = "line34_9" href =
"#note34_9">Long Boates with Scouts are put to land before,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note34_9">Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to
discry</a>,</p>
<p>(Whilst the braue Army setting is on shore,)</p>
<p>To view what strength the enemy had nie,</p>
<p>Pressing the bosome of large France so sore,</p>
<p>That her pale Genius, in affright doth flye</p>
<p class = "indent">
To all her Townes and warnes them to awake,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And for her safety vp their Armes to take.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>At Paris, Roan, and Orleance, she calls,</p>
<p>And at their gates with gronings doth complaine:</p>
<p>Then cries she out, O get vp to your walls:</p>
<p>The English Armies are return’d againe,</p>
<p>Which in two Battailes gaue those fatall falls,</p>
<p>At Cressie, and at Poyteers, where lay slaine</p>
<p class = "indent">
Our conquered Fathers, which with very feare</p>
<p class = "indent">
Quake in their Graues to feele them landed here.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The King of France now hauing vnderstood,</p>
<p>Of Henries entrance, (but too well improu’d,)</p>
<p>He cleerly saw that deere must be the blood,</p>
<p>That it must cost, e’r he could be remou’d;</p>
<p>He sends to make his other Sea Townes good,</p>
<p>Neuer before so much it him behou’d;</p>
<p class = "indent">
In eu’ry one a Garison to lay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Fearing fresh powers from England eu’ry day.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">35</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The braue encouragement of a couragious King.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line35_1" id = "line35_1" href =
"#note35_1">To the high’st earth whilst awfull Henry gets</a>,</p>
<p>From whence strong Harflew he might easl’est see,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line35_3" id = "line35_3" href =
"#note35_3">With sprightly words</a>, and thus their courage whets,</p>
<p>In yonder walls be Mynes of gold (quoth he)</p>
<p>He’s a poore Slaue, that thinkes of any debts;</p>
<p>Harflew shall pay for all, it ours shall be:</p>
<p class = "indent">
This ayre of France doth like me wondrous well,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Lets burne our Ships, for here we meane to dwell.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A charitable Proclamation made by the King.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But through his Hoast, <a class = "note" name = "line35_9" id =
"line35_9" href = "#note35_9">he first of all proclaim’d</a></p>
<p>In paine of death, no English man should take</p>
<p>From the Religious, aged, or the maym’d,</p>
<p>Or women that could no resistance make:</p>
<p>To gaine his owne for that he onely aym’d;</p>
<p>Nor would haue such to suffer for his sake:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which in the French (when they the same did heare)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Bred of this braue King, a religious feare.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Kings mayne Standard (for the ponderousnes thereof,) euer borne vpon
a Carriage.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>His Army rang’d, in order fitting warre,</p>
<p>Each with some greene thing doth his Murrian crowne,</p>
<p>With his mayne standard fixt vpon the Carre;</p>
<p>Comes the great King before th’intrenched Towne,</p>
<p>Whilst from the walls the people gazing are,</p>
<p>In all their sights he sets his Army downe;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Nor for their shot he careth not a pin,</p>
<p class = "indent">
But seekes where he his Battery may begin.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King makes his approches on three parts.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And into three, his Army doth diuide,</p>
<p>His strong aproaches on three parts to make;</p>
<p>Himselfe on th’one, Clarence on th’other side,</p>
<p>To Yorke and Suffolke he the third doth take,</p>
<p>The Mines the Duke of Glocester doth guide;</p>
<p>Then caus’d his Ships the Riuer vp to Stake,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That none with Victuall should the Towne relieue</p>
<p class = "indent">
Should the Sword faile, with Famine them to grieue.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">36</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The King summons Harflew.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>From his Pauillion where he sate in State,</p>
<p>Arm’d for the Siedge, and buckling on his Shield,</p>
<p>Braue Henry sends his Herault to the Gate,</p>
<p>By Trumpets sound, to summon them to yeeld,</p>
<p>And to accept his Mercy, ere to late,</p>
<p>Or else to say ere he forsooke the field,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Harflew should be but a meere heape of Stones,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Her buildings buried with her Owners bones.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>France on this sudaine put into a fright,</p>
<p>With the sad newes of Harflew in distresse,</p>
<p>Whose inexpected, miserable plight,</p>
<p>She on the suddaine, knew not to redresse,</p>
<p>But vrg’d to doe the vtmost that she might,</p>
<p>The peoples feares and clamours to suppresse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Raiseth a power with all the speede she could,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Somewhat thereby, to loose King Henries hold.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Charles de Alibert, and Iohn Bowcequalt.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Marshall, and the Constable of France,</p>
<p>Leading those Forces <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">levied</ins> for the turne,</p>
<p>By which they thought their Titles to aduance,</p>
<p>And of their Countrey endlesse praise to earne,</p>
<p>But it with them farre otherwise doth chance,</p>
<p>For when they saw the Villages to burne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And high-towr’d Harflew round ingirt with fires,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They with their powers to Cawdebeck retire.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Simile of the French powers.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Like as a Hinde when shee her Calfe doth see,</p>
<p>Lighted by chance into a Lions pawes,</p>
<p>From which should shee aduenture it to free,</p>
<p>Shee must her selfe fill his deuouring Iawes,</p>
<p>And yet her young one, still his prey must be,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line36_30" id = "line36_30" href =
"#note36_30">(Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes:)</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
With them so fares it, which must needs goe downe</p>
<p class = "indent">
If they would fight; and yet must loose the Towne:</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">37</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
A description of the siege of Harflewe, in the 19 following <ins class =
"correction" title = "spelling unchanged">Stanzaes</ins>.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now doe they mount their Ordnance for the day,</p>
<p>Their scaling Ladders rearing to the walls,</p>
<p>Their battering Rammes against the gates they lay,</p>
<p>Their brazen slings send in the wilde-fire balls,</p>
<p>Baskets of twigs now carie stones and clay,</p>
<p>And to th’assault who furiously not falls;</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Spade and Pickax working are belowe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which then vnfelt, yet gaue the greatest blowe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Rampiers of earth the painefull Pyoners raise</p>
<p>With the walls equall, close vpon the Dike,</p>
<p>To passe by which the Souldier that assayes,</p>
<p>On Planks thrust ouer, one him downe doth strike:</p>
<p>Him with a mall a second English payes,</p>
<p>A second French transpearc’d him with a Pyke:</p>
<p class = "indent">
That from the height of the embattel’d Towers,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Their mixed blood ranne downe the walls in showers.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>A French man back into the Towne doth fall,</p>
<p>With a sheafe Arrow shot into the head;</p>
<p>An English man in scaling of the wall,</p>
<p>From the same place is by a stone struck dead;</p>
<p>Tumbling vpon them logs of wood, and all,</p>
<p>That any way for their defence might sted:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The hills at hand re-ecchoing with the din</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of shouts without, and fearefull shrickes within.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Crosbowe Arrowes.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When all at once the English men assaile,</p>
<p>The French within all valiantly defend,</p>
<p>And in a first assault, if any faile,</p>
<p>They by a second striue it to amend:</p>
<p>Out of the Towne come quarries thick as haile;</p>
<p>As thick againe their Shafts the English send:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The bellowing Canon from both sides doth rore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With such a noyse as makes the Thunder pore.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">38</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now vpon one side you should heare a cry,</p>
<p>And all that Quarter clowded with a smother;</p>
<p>The like from that against it by and by;</p>
<p>As though the one were eccho to the other,</p>
<p>The King and Clarence so their turnes can ply:</p>
<p>And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother;</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line38_7" id = "line38_7" href =
"#note38_7">Whose Mynes to the besieg’d more mischiefe doe</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Then with th’assaults aboue, the other two.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>An olde man sitting by the fier side,</p>
<p>Decrepit with extreamity of Age,</p>
<p>Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride,</p>
<p>Almost distracted with the Batteries rage:</p>
<p>Sometimes doth speake it faire, sometimes doth chide,</p>
<p>As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage,</p>
<p class = "indent">
By chance a Bullet doth the chimney hit,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which falling in, doth kill both him and it.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Whilst the sad weeping Mother sits her downe,</p>
<p>To giue her little new-borne Babe the Pap:</p>
<p>A lucklesse quarry leueld at the Towne,</p>
<p>Kills the sweet Baby sleeping in her lap,</p>
<p>That with the fright shee falls into a swoone,</p>
<p>From which awak’d, and mad with the mishap;</p>
<p class = "indent">
As vp a Rampire shreeking she doth clim,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Comes a great Shot, and strikes her lim from lim.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Whilst a sort runne confusedly to quench,</p>
<p>Some Pallace burning, or some fired Street,</p>
<p>Call’d from where they were fighting in the Trench;</p>
<p>They in their way with Balls of Wilde-fire meet,</p>
<p>So plagued are the miserable French,</p>
<p>Not aboue head, but also vnder feet:</p>
<p class = "indent">
For the fierce English vowe the Towne to take,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Or of it soone a heape of stones to make.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">39</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Hot is the Siege the English comming on,</p>
<p>As men so long to be kept out that scorne,</p>
<p>Carelesse of wounds as they were made of stone;</p>
<p>As with their teeth the walls they would haue torne:</p>
<p>Into a Breach who quickly is not gone;</p>
<p>Is by the next behind him ouer-borne:</p>
<p class = "indent">
So that they found a place that gaue them way,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They neuer car’d what danger therein lay.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>From eu’ry Quarter they their course must plye,</p>
<p>As’t pleas’d the King them to th’assault to call:</p>
<p>Now on the Duke of Yorke the charge doth lye:</p>
<p>To Kent and Cornwall then the turne doth fall:</p>
<p>Then Huntingdon vp to the walls they crye:</p>
<p>Then Suffolke, and then Excester; which all</p>
<p class = "indent">
In their meane Souldiers habits vs’d to goe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Taking such part as those that own’d them doe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The men of Harflew rough excursions make,</p>
<p>Vpon the English watchfull in their Tent,</p>
<p>Whose courages they to their cost awake,</p>
<p>With many a wound that often back them sent,</p>
<p>So proud a Sally that durst vndertake,</p>
<p>And in the Chase pell mell amongst them went,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For on the way such ground of them they win,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That some French are shut out, some English in.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Nor idely sit our Men at Armes the while,</p>
<p>Foure thousand Horse that eu’ry day goe out;</p>
<p>And of the Field are Masters many a mile,</p>
<p>By putting the Rebellious French to rout;</p>
<p>No Peasants them with promises beguile:</p>
<p>Another bus’nesse they were come about;</p>
<p class = "indent">
For him they take, his Ransome must redeeme,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Onely French Crownes, the English men esteeme.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">40</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Whilst English Henry lastly meanes to trye:</p>
<p>By three vast Mynes, the walls to ouerthrowe.</p>
<p>The French men their approches that espye,</p>
<p>By Countermynes doe meete with them belowe,</p>
<p>And as opposed in the Workes they lye:</p>
<p>Vp the Besieged the Besiegers blowe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That stifled quite, with powder as with dust,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Longer to walls they found it vaine to trust.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Till Gaucourt then, and <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">Tuttivile</ins> that were</p>
<p>The Townes Commanders, (with much perill) finde</p>
<p>The Resolution that the English beare;</p>
<p>As how their owne to yeelding were enclinde,</p>
<p>Summon to parly, off’ring frankly there;</p>
<p>If that ayde came not by a day assignde,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To giue the Towne vp, might their liues stand free:</p>
<p class = "indent">
As for their goods, at Henries will to be.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And hauing wonne their conduct to the King,</p>
<p>Those hardy Chiefes on whom the charge had layne:</p>
<p>Thither those well-fed Burgesses doe bring,</p>
<p>What they had off’red strongly to maintaine</p>
<p>In such a case, although a dang’rous thing,</p>
<p>Yet they so long vpon their knees remaine:</p>
<p class = "indent">
That fiue dayes respight from his Grant they haue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which was the most, they (for their liues) durst craue.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The time perfixed comming to expire,</p>
<p>And their reliefe ingloriously delay’d:</p>
<p>Nothing within their sight but sword, and fire;</p>
<p>And bloody Ensignes eu’ry where display’d:</p>
<p>The English still within themselues entire,</p>
<p>When all these things they seriously had way’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To Henries mercy found that they must trust,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For they perceiu’d their owne to be iniust.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">41</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Ports are opened, weapons layd aside,</p>
<p>And from the walls th’Artillary displac’d:</p>
<p>The Armes of England are aduanc’d in pride:</p>
<p>The watch Tower, with Saint Georges Banner grac’d:</p>
<p>Liue Englands Henry, all the people cride:</p>
<p>Into the Streetes their women runne in hast,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Bearing their little Children, for whose sake</p>
<p class = "indent">
They hop’d the King would the more mercy take.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The gates thus widened with the breath of Warre;</p>
<p>Their ample entrance to the English gaue:</p>
<p>There was no dore that then had any barre;</p>
<p>For of their owne not any thing they haue:</p>
<p>When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre:</p>
<p>To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Strucken with wonder, when that face they sawe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wherein such mercy was, with so much awe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And first themselues the English to secure,</p>
<p>Doubting what danger might be yet within;</p>
<p>The strongest Forts, and Citadell make sure,</p>
<p>To showe that they could keepe as well as win,</p>
<p>And though the spoyles them wondrously alure,</p>
<p>To fall to pillage e’r they will begin,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They shut each passage, by which any power</p>
<p class = "indent">
Might be brought on to hinder, but an hower.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That Conquering King which entring at the gate,</p>
<p>Borne by the presse as in the ayre he swamme:</p>
<p>Vpon the suddaine layes aside his state,</p>
<p>And of a Lyon is become a Lambe:</p>
<p>He is not now what he was but of late:</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line41_30" id = "line41_30" href =
"#note41_30">But on his bare feete to the Church he came</a>:</p>
<p class = "indent">
By his example, as did all the presse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To giue God thankes, for his first good successe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">42</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
King Henry offereth to decide his right by single combat.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say,</p>
<p>That though he thus was setled on his shore,</p>
<p>Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay,</p>
<p>His ancient right if so he would restore:</p>
<p>But if the same he wilfully denay,</p>
<p>To stop th’effusion of their Subiects gore;</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line42_7" id = "line42_7" href =
"#note42_7">He frankly off’reth in a single fight,</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" href = "#note42_7">With the young Daulphine to decide
his right</a>.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare,</p>
<p>What answere back, his Herauld him would bring:</p>
<p>But when he found that he was ne’r the neere;</p>
<p>And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing,</p>
<p>As to fight single; nor that any were</p>
<p>To deale for composition from the King:</p>
<p class = "indent">
He casts for Callice to make forth his way,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And takes such Townes, as in his Iourneyes lay.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But first his bus’nesse he doth so contriue,</p>
<p>To curbe the Townes-men, should they chance to stirre</p>
<p>Of Armes, and Office he doth them depriue,</p>
<p>And to their roomes the English doth preferre:</p>
<p>Out of the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue,</p>
<p>And therein sets his Vnckle Excester:</p>
<p class = "indent">
This done, to martch he bids the thundring Drummes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To scourge proud France whẽ now her Cõqueror comes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood,</p>
<p>How on his way this haughty Henry was</p>
<p>Ouer the Soame, which is a dangerous flood;</p>
<p>Pluckt downe the Bridges that might giue him passe;</p>
<p>And eu’ry thing, if fit for humane food,</p>
<p>Caus’d to be forrag’d; (to a wondrous masse)</p>
<p class = "indent">
And more then this, his Iourneyes to fore-slowe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
He scarce one day vnskirmish’d with, doth goe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">43</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But on his march, in midst of all his foes;</p>
<p>He like a Lyon keepes them all at bay,</p>
<p>And when they seeme him strictly to enclose;</p>
<p>Yet through the thick’st he hewes him out a way:</p>
<p>Nor the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose;</p>
<p>Though off’ring oft his Army to fore-lay:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Nor all the power the enuious French can make,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Force him one foote, his path (but) to forsake.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A ford found in the Riuer of Soame.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And each day as his Army doth remoue,</p>
<p>Marching along vpon Soames Marshy side,</p>
<p>His men at Armes on their tall Horses proue,</p>
<p>To finde some shallow, ouer where to ryde,</p>
<p>But all in vaine against the Streame they stroue,</p>
<p>Till by the helpe of a laborious guide,</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line43_15" id = "line43_15" href =
"#note43_15">A Ford was found to set his Army ore</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" href = "#note43_15">Which neuer had discouered beene
before</a>.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The newes <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">divulg’d</ins> that he had waded Soame,</p>
<p>And safe to shore his Caridges had brought,</p>
<p>Into the Daulphins bosome strooke so home,</p>
<p>And one the weakenesse of King Charles so wrought;</p>
<p>That like the troubled Sea, when it doth Foame,</p>
<p>As in a rage, to beate the Rocks to nought;</p>
<p class = "indent">
So doe they storme, and curse on curse they heapt</p>
<p class = "indent">
Gainst those which should the passages haue kept.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Counsell held at Roan against the King of England.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And at that time, both resident in Roan,</p>
<p>Thither for this assembling all the Peeres,</p>
<p>Whose Counsailes now must vnderprop their Throne</p>
<p>Against the Foe; which, not a man but feares;</p>
<p>Yet in a moment confident are growne,</p>
<p>When with fresh hopes, each one his fellow cheeres,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That ere the English to their Callis got,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Some for this spoile should pay a bloudy shot.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">44</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line44_1" id = "line44_1" href =
"#note44_1">Therfore they both in solemne Counsaile satt</a>,</p>
<p>With Berry and with <a class = "note" name = "line44_2" id =
"line44_2" href = "#note44_2">Britaine</a> their Alies;</p>
<p>Now speake they of this course, and then of that,</p>
<p>As to insnare him how they might diuise;</p>
<p>Something they faine would doe, but know not what,</p>
<p>At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And crauing silence of the King and Lords,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Against the English, brake into these words.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Had this vnbridled youth an Army led,</p>
<p>That any way were worthy of your feare,</p>
<p>Against our Nation, that durst turne the head,</p>
<p>Such as the former English forces were,</p>
<p>This care of yours, your Countrey then might sted,</p>
<p>To tell you then, who longer can forbeare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That into question, you our valour bring,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To call a Counsaile for so poore a thing.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line44_17" id = "line44_17" href =
"#note44_17">A Route of tatter’d Rascalls starued so</a>,</p>
<p>As forced through extreamity of need</p>
<p>To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe,</p>
<p>And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed,</p>
<p>Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so,</p>
<p>And other foule diseases that they breed,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That they, there Armes disabled are to sway,</p>
<p class = "indent">
But in their march doe leaue them on the way.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And to our people but a handfull are,</p>
<p>Scarse thirtie thousand, when to Land they came,</p>
<p>Of which to England dayly some repayre,</p>
<p>Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame,</p>
<p>Fitter for Spittles, and the Surgions care,</p>
<p>Then with their Swords on vs to winne them fame,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnshod, and without stockings are the best,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And those by Winter miserably opprest.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">45</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>To let them dye vpon their march abroad,</p>
<p>And Fowles vpon their Carkases to feed,</p>
<p>The heapes of them vpon the common road</p>
<p>A great infection likely were to breed,</p>
<p>For our owne safeties see them then bestow’d,</p>
<p>And doe for them this charitable deede:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnder our Swords together let them fall,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And one that day they dye, be buried all.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>This bold <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">invectiue</ins> forc’d against the Foe,</p>
<p>Although it most of the Assembly seas’d,</p>
<p>Yet those which better did the English know,</p>
<p>Were but a little with his speeches pleas’d,</p>
<p>And that the Duke of Berry meant to showe:</p>
<p>Which when the murmure somewhat was appeas’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
After a while their listning silence breakes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>My Liedge, quoth he, and you my Lords, and Peeres,</p>
<p>Whom this great businesse chiefely doth concerne,</p>
<p>By my experience, now so many yeeres</p>
<p>To know the English I am not to learne;</p>
<p>Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares</p>
<p>Than fitteth Manhood, nor doe hope to earne</p>
<p class = "indent">
Suffrage from any; but by zeale am wonne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To speake my minde here, as the Duke hath done.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Th’euents of Warre are various (as I know)</p>
<p>And say, the losse vpon the English light,</p>
<p>Yet may a dying man giue such a blow,</p>
<p>As much may hinder his proud Conquerours might;</p>
<p>It is enough our puissant power to showe</p>
<p>To the weake English, now vpon their flight,</p>
<p class = "indent">
When want, and winter, strongly spurre them on,</p>
<p class = "indent">
You else but slay them, that would faine be gon.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">46</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>I like our Forces their first course should hold,</p>
<p>To skirmish with them, vpon euery stay,</p>
<p>But fight by no meanes with them, though they would,</p>
<p>Except they finde them forraging for pray,</p>
<p>So still you haue them shut vp in a Fould,</p>
<p>And still to Callis keepe them in their way;</p>
<p class = "indent">
So Fabius wearied Hanibal, so we</p>
<p class = "indent">
May English Henry, pleased if you be.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And of the English rid your Countrey cleane,</p>
<p>If on their backs, but Callice walles they win,</p>
<p>Whose Frontier Townes you easly may maintaine,</p>
<p>With a strong Army still to keepe them in;</p>
<p>Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne,</p>
<p>And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ere with Supplys againe they can inuade,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Spent in the Voyage lately hither made.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That day at Poyteers, in that bloudy Field,</p>
<p>The sudaine turne in that great Battell then,</p>
<p>Shall euer teach me, whilest I Armes can weeld,</p>
<p>Neuer to trust to multitudes of men;</p>
<p>Twas the first day that ere I wore a Sheeld,</p>
<p>Oh let me neuer see the like agen!</p>
<p class = "indent">
Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell wonne</p>
<p class = "indent">
As to behold it might amaze the Sunne.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>There did I see our conquered Fathers fall,</p>
<p>Before the English on that fatall ground,</p>
<p>When as to ours their number was but small,</p>
<p>And with braue <a class = "note" name = "line46_28" id = "line46_28"
href = "#note46_28">Spirits</a> France ne’r did more abound,</p>
<p>Yet oft that Battaile into minde I call,</p>
<p>Whereas of ours, one man seemd all one wound,</p>
<p class = "indent">
I instance this; yet humbly here submit</p>
<p class = "indent">
My selfe to fight, if you shall thinke it fit.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">47</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Young mens counsailes ofttimes proue the vtter subuersion both of
themselues and others.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Marshall and the Constable about</p>
<p>To second, what this sager Duke had said:</p>
<p>The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out,</p>
<p>Gainst their opinions, so that ouer-sway’d,</p>
<p>Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt;</p>
<p>Alanzon as an Oracle obay’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And not a French then present, but doth sweare</p>
<p class = "indent">
To kill an English if ynow there were.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The French King sendeth to dare the King of England to Battaile.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>A Herault posted presently away,</p>
<p>The King of England to the field to dare,</p>
<p>To bid him cease his spoyle, nor to delay</p>
<p>Gainst the French power his forces but prepare:</p>
<p>For that King Charles determin’d to display</p>
<p>His bloody Ensignes, and through France declare</p>
<p class = "indent">
The day, and place, that Henry should set downe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In which their Battailes, should dispose the Crowne.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King of Englands modest answer.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>This newes to Henry by the Herault brought,</p>
<p>As one dispassion’d soberly (quoth he)</p>
<p>Had your King pleas’d, we sooner might haue fought;</p>
<p>For now my Souldiers much enfeebled be:</p>
<p>Nor day, nor place, for Battaile shall be sought</p>
<p>By English Henry: but if he seeke me,</p>
<p class = "indent">
I to my vtmost will my selfe defend,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And to th’Almighties pleasure leaue the end.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The brute of this intended Battaile spred,</p>
<p>The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes,</p>
<p>And in the French that daring boldnesse bred:</p>
<p>Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes,</p>
<p>Thinking the English downe so farre to tred,</p>
<p>As past that day ne’r more to rise in Armes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
T’extirpe the name, if possible it were,</p>
<p class = "indent">
At least not after to be heard of there.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">48</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
A Simily of the rising of the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>As when you see the enuious Crowe espye,</p>
<p>Something that shee doth naturally detest:</p>
<p>With open throat how shee doth squall and crye;</p>
<p>And from the next Groue calleth in the rest,</p>
<p>And they for those beyond them bawling flye,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line48_6" id = "line48_6" href =
"#note48_6">Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre infest</a>:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Thus French, the French to this great Battaile call,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vpon their swords to see the English fall.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Dauid Gam, a great Captain in that Warr.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And to the King when seriously one tolde,</p>
<p>With what an Host he should encountred be,</p>
<p>Gam noting well, the King did him behold,</p>
<p>In the reporting; Merrily (quoth he)</p>
<p>My Liege I’le tell you if I may be bold,</p>
<p>We will diuide this Army into three:</p>
<p class = "indent">
One part we’ll kill, the second prisoners stay;</p>
<p class = "indent">
And for the third, we’ll leaue to runne away.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But for the Foe came hourely in so fast,</p>
<p>Lest they his Army should disordred take:</p>
<p>The King who wisely doth the worst forecast,</p>
<p>His speedy martch doth presently forsake,</p>
<p>Into such forme and his Battalion cast;</p>
<p>That doe their worst they should not eas’ly shake:</p>
<p class = "indent">
For that his scouts which forrag’d had the Coast,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Yorke.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>On which ere long the English Vanward light,</p>
<p>Which York, of men the brauest, doth command,</p>
<p>When either of them in the others sight,</p>
<p>He caus’d the Army instantly to stand,</p>
<p>As though preparing for a present Fight,</p>
<p>And rideth forth from his couragious Band,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To view the French, whose numbers ouer spread,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The troubled Country on whose earth they tread.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">49</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now were both Armies got vpon that ground,</p>
<p>As on a Stage, where they their strengthes must trye,</p>
<p>Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wound,</p>
<p>There’s many a soule into the Ayre must flye:</p>
<p>Meane while the English that some ease had found;</p>
<p>By the aduantage of a Village nie,</p>
<p class = "indent">
There set them downe the Battell to abide,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Where they the place had strongly fortifide.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The French scorning the English, being so fewe in respect of their
mighty power.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Made drunke with pride the haughty French disdaine,</p>
<p>Lesse then their owne, a multitude to view,</p>
<p>Nor aske of God the victory to gaine,</p>
<p>Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe,</p>
<p>To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine,</p>
<p>And lastly to that insolence they grewe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line49_15" id = "line49_15" href =
"#note49_15">Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>For knots of corde to eu’ry Towne they send,</p>
<p>The Captiu’d English that they caught to binde,</p>
<p>For to perpetuall slau’ry they intend:</p>
<p>Those that aliue they on the Field should finde,</p>
<p>So much as that they fear’d lest they should spend</p>
<p>Too many English, wherefore they assignde</p>
<p class = "indent">
Some to keepe fast those, fayne that would be gon</p>
<p class = "indent">
After the Fight, to try their Armes vpon.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>One his bright sharpe-eg’d Semiter doth showe,</p>
<p>Off’ring to lay a thousand Crownes (in pride)</p>
<p>That he two naked English at one blowe,</p>
<p>Bound back to back will at the wasts diuide,</p>
<p>Some bett his sword will do’t, some others no,</p>
<p>After the Battaile, and they’ll haue it tride:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Another wafts his Blade about his head,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">50</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>They part their prisoners, passing them for debt,</p>
<p>And in their Ransome ratibly accord</p>
<p>To a Prince of ours, a Page of theirs they set;</p>
<p>And a French Lacky to an English Lord;</p>
<p>As for our Gentry them to hyre they’ll let,</p>
<p>And as good cheape as they can them afford,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Branded for Slaues that if they hapt to stray,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Knowne by the marke, them any one might slay.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line50_9" id = "line50_9" href =
"#note50_9">And cast to make a Chariot for the King</a>,</p>
<p>Painted with Antickes, and ridiculous toyes,</p>
<p>In which they meane to Paris him to bring,</p>
<p>To make sport to their Madames and their Boyes,</p>
<p>And will haue Rascalls, Rymes of him to sing,</p>
<p>Made in his mock’ry; and in all these ioyes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They bid the Bells to ring, and people crie,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Before the Battaile, France and Victorie.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And to the King and Daulphine sent away</p>
<p>(Who at that time residing were in Roane)</p>
<p>To be partakers of that glorious day:</p>
<p>Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne,</p>
<p>Lest that of them ensuing times should say,</p>
<p>That for their safety they forsooke their owne:</p>
<p class = "indent">
When France did that braue victory obtaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That shall her lasting’st monument remaine.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles,</p>
<p>Not dar’d by doubt, and lesse appaul’d with dread</p>
<p>Of their Arm’d Pykes, some sharpning are the pyles,</p>
<p>The Archer grinding his barb’d Arrow head:</p>
<p>Their Bills and Blades, some whetting are with Files:</p>
<p>And some their Armours strongly Riueted:</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line50_31" id = "line50_31" href =
"#note50_31">Some pointing Stakes to stick into the ground,</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" href = "#note50_31">To guard the Bow-men</a>, and
their Horse to wound.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">51</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Ryot in the French Campe the night before the Battell.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The night fore-running this most dreadfull day:</p>
<p>The French that all to iollity encline:</p>
<p>Some fall to dancing, some againe to play:</p>
<p>And some are drinking to this great Designe:</p>
<p>But all in pleasure spend the night away:</p>
<p>The Tents with lights, the Fields with Boone-fires shine:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The common Souldiers Free-mens Catches sing:</p>
<p class = "indent">
With showtes and laughter all the Campe doth ring.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The wearied English watchfull o’r their Foes,</p>
<p>(The depth of night then drawing on so fast)</p>
<p>That fayne a little would themselues repose,</p>
<p>With thanks to God, doe take that small repast</p>
<p>Which that poore Village willingly bestowes:</p>
<p>And hauing plac’d their Sentinels at last,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They fall to Prayer, and in their Cabins blest,</p>
<p class = "indent">
T’refresh their spirits, then tooke them to their rest.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Pondering in his thoughts, his Fathers comming to the Crowne by deposing
the rightfull King.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay’d,</p>
<p>Whilst all his Army round about him slept,</p>
<p>His restlesse head vpon his Helmet stay’d,</p>
<p>For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept:</p>
<p>Great God (quoth he) withdraw not now thy ayde:</p>
<p>Nor let my Father Henries sinnes be heapt</p>
<p class = "indent">
On my transgressions, vp the Summe to make,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For which thou may’st me vtterly forsake.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken vp, where it
was meanely buried at Langley, and to be layde in Westminster by his
first Wife Queene Anne.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line51_25" id = "line51_25" href =
"#note51_25">King Richards wrongs, to minde, Lord doe not call</a>,</p>
<p>Nor how for him my Father did offend,</p>
<p>From vs alone deriue not thou his fall,</p>
<p>Whose odious life caus’d his vntimely end,</p>
<p>That by our Almes be expiated all:</p>
<p>Let not that sinne on me his Sonne desend,</p>
<p class = "indent">
When as his body I translated haue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And buried in an honourable Graue.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">52</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>These things thus pondring, sorrow-ceasing sleepe,</p>
<p>From cares to rescue his much troubled minde,</p>
<p>Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe,</p>
<p>And in soft slumbers euery sense doth binde,</p>
<p>(As vndisturbed euery one to keepe)</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line52_6" id = "line52_6" href =
"#note52_6">When as that Angell to whom God assign’d,</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" href = "#note52_6">The guiding of the English</a>,
gliding downe</p>
<p class = "indent">
The silent Campe doth with fresh courage crowne.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>His glittering wings he gloriously displaies,</p>
<p>Ouer the Hoste as euery way it lyes</p>
<p>With golden Dreames their trauell, and repaies,</p>
<p>This Herault from the Rector of the skies,</p>
<p>In Vision warnes them not to vse delayes,</p>
<p>But to the Battell cheerefully to rise,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And be victorious, for that day at hand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
He would amongst them for the English stand.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The dawne scarse drewe the curtaines of the East,</p>
<p>But the late wearied Englishmen awake,</p>
<p>And much refreshed with a little rest</p>
<p>Themselues soone ready for the Battaile make,</p>
<p>Not any one but feeleth in his breast,</p>
<p>That sprightly fire which Courage bids him take,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For ere the Sunne next rising went to bed,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The French by them in triumph should be led.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The great care of a wise and politike Captaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And from their Cabins, ere the French arose,</p>
<p>(Drown’d in the pleasure of the passed night,)</p>
<p>The English cast their Battailes to dispose,</p>
<p>Fit for the ground whereon they were to fight:</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line52_29" id = "line52_29" href =
"#note52_29">Foorth that braue King couragious Henry goes,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note52_29">An hower before that it was
fully light</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To see if there might any place be found,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To giue his Hoste aduantage by the ground.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">53</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Where twas his hap a Quicksett hedge to view,</p>
<p>Well growne in height; and for his purpose thin,</p>
<p>Yet by the Ditch vpon whose banke it grew,</p>
<p>He found it to be difficult to winne,</p>
<p>Especially if those of his were true,</p>
<p>Amongst the shrubbs that he should set within,</p>
<p class = "indent">
By which he knew their strength of Horse must come,</p>
<p class = "indent">
If they would euer charge his Vanguard home.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
This Stratagem the ouerthrow of the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And of three hundred Archers maketh choice,</p>
<p>Some to be taken out of euery Band,</p>
<p>The strongest Bowmen, by the generall voyce,</p>
<p>Such as beside were valient of their hand,</p>
<p>And to be so imployed, as would reioyce,</p>
<p>Appointing them behinde the hedge to stand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To shrowde themselues from sight, and to be mute,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vntill a signall freely bad them shute.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The gamesome Larke now got vpon her Wing,</p>
<p>As twere the English earely to awake,</p>
<p>And to wide heauen her cheerefull notes doth sing,</p>
<p>As shee for them would intercession make,</p>
<p>Nor all the noyse that from below doth spring,</p>
<p>Her ayrie walke can force her to forsake,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of some much noted, and of others lesse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
But yet of all presaging good successe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The lazie French their leisure seem to take,</p>
<p>And in their Cabins keepe themselues so long,</p>
<p>Till flocks of Rauens them with noyse awake,</p>
<p>Ouer the Army like a Cloud that hong,</p>
<p>Which greater haste inforceth them to make,</p>
<p>When with their croaking all the Countrey rong,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which boaded slaughter as the most doe say,</p>
<p class = "indent">
But by the French it turned was this way.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">54</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The French mis-interpret the flight of Rauens houering ouer their owne
Campe.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That this diuyning Foule well vnderstood,</p>
<p>Vpon that place much gore was to be spill’d,</p>
<p>And as those Birds doe much delight in blood,</p>
<p>With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill’d,</p>
<p>So waited they vpon their Swords for food,</p>
<p>To feast vpon the English being kill’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Then little thinking that these came in deed</p>
<p class = "indent">
On their owne mangled Carkases to feed.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When soone the French preparing for the Field,</p>
<p>Their armed troops are setting in array,</p>
<p>Whose wondrous numbers they can hardly weeld,</p>
<p>The place too little <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">wherevpon</ins> they lay,</p>
<p>They therefore to necessitie must yeeld,</p>
<p>And into Order put them as they may,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whose motion sounded like to Nilus fall,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That the vaste ayre was deafned therewithall.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Marshalling of the French Army, containing three stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Constable, and Admirall of France,</p>
<p>With the grand Marshall, men of great command:</p>
<p>The Dukes of Burbon, and of Orleance,</p>
<p>Some for their place, some for their birth-right stand,</p>
<p>The Daulphine of <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">Averney</ins> (to aduance</p>
<p>His worth and honour) of a puissant hand:</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Earle of Ewe in Warre that had beene bred,</p>
<p class = "indent">
These mighty men the mighty Vanward led.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The mayne brought forward by the Duke of Barre,</p>
<p>Neuers, and Beamont, men of speciall name:</p>
<p>Alanzon thought, not equall’d in this Warre,</p>
<p>With them Salines, Rous, and Grandpre came,</p>
<p>Their long experience, who had fetcht from farre,</p>
<p>Whom this expected Conquest doth enflame,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Consisting most of Crosbowes, and so great,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As France her selfe it well might seeme to threat.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">55</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Duke of Brabant of high valour knowne,</p>
<p>The Earles of Marle, and Faconbridge the Reare,</p>
<p>To Arthur Earle of Richmount’s selfe alone,</p>
<p>They leaue the Right wing to be guided there:</p>
<p>Lewes of Burbon, second yet to none,</p>
<p>Led on the left; with him that mighty Peere</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Earle of Vandome, who of all her men</p>
<p class = "indent">
Large France entytled, her great Master then.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Marshalling of the English Army cõtaining fiue stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Duke of Yorke the English Vanward guides,</p>
<p>Of our strong Archers, that consisted most;</p>
<p>Which with our Horse was wing’d on both the sides:</p>
<p>T’affront so great and terrible an Host;</p>
<p>There valiant Fanhope, and there Beamount rides,</p>
<p>With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That morning early, and had seene at large,</p>
<p class = "indent">
How the Foe came, that then they were to charge.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Henry himselfe, on the mayne Battell brings,</p>
<p>Nor can these Legions of the French affright</p>
<p>This Mars of men, this King of earthly Kings:</p>
<p>Who seem’d to be much pleased with the sight,</p>
<p>As one ordayn’d t’accomplish mighty things;</p>
<p>Who to the Field came in such brau’ry dight:</p>
<p class = "indent">
As to the English boades succesfull luck</p>
<p class = "indent">
Before one stroke, on either side was struck.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The brauery of King Henryes owne person.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>In Warlike state the Royall Standard borne</p>
<p>Before him, as in splendrous Armes he road,</p>
<p>Whilst <a class = "note" name = "line55_27" id = "line55_27" href =
"#note55_27">his coruetting Courser</a> seem’d in scorne</p>
<p>To touch the earth whereon he proudly troad,</p>
<p>Lillyes, and Lyons quarterly adorne;</p>
<p>His Shield, and his Caparison doe load:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vpon his Helme a Crowne with Diamonds deckt,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which through the Field their Radient fiers reflect.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">56</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Duke of Gloster neere to him agen,</p>
<p>T’assist his Brother in that dreadfull day,</p>
<p>Oxford and Suffolke both true Marshiall men,</p>
<p>Ready to keepe the Battell in Array,</p>
<p>To Excester there was appointed then</p>
<p>The Reare; on which their second succours lay:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which were the youth, most of the Noblest blood,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnder the Ensignes of their names that stood.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Then of the stakes he doth the care commend,</p>
<p>To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong,</p>
<p>Onely diuis’d the Archers to defend,</p>
<p>Pointed with Iron and of fiue foote long;</p>
<p>To be remou’d still which way they should bend,</p>
<p>Where the French Horse should thick’st vpon them throng</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which when the Host to charge each other went,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Show’d his great wit that first did them inuent.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The scornfull message of the French to the King of England.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Kings answer to the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight,</p>
<p>The French themselues assuring of the day;</p>
<p>Send to the King of England (as in spight)</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line56_20" id = "line56_20" href =
"#note56_20">To know what he would for his Ransome pay</a>,</p>
<p>Who with this answere doth their scorne requite:</p>
<p>I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And e’r the day be past, I hope to see,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Constables Oration to the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The French which found how little Henry makes,</p>
<p>Of their vaine boasts, as set therewith on fire,</p>
<p>Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes;</p>
<p>The Constable to raise their spleene the hyer,</p>
<p>Thus speakes: Braue friends now for your Grandsires sakes,</p>
<p>Your Country, Honours, or what may inspire</p>
<p class = "indent">
Your soules with courage, straine vp all your powers,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To make this day victoriously ours.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">57</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Forward stout French, your valours and aduance,</p>
<p>By taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line57_3" id = "line57_3" href =
"#note57_3">And strongly fixe the Diadem of France,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note57_3">Which to this day vnsteady doth
remaine</a>:</p>
<p>Now with your swords their Traytours bosomes lance,</p>
<p>And with their bloods wash out that ancient staine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And make our earth drunke with the English gore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which hath of ours oft surfited before.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Let not one liue in England once to tell,</p>
<p>What of their King, or of the rest became:</p>
<p>Nor to the English, what in France befell:</p>
<p>But what is bruted by the generall fame:</p>
<p>But now the Drummes began so lowd to yell,</p>
<p>As cut off further what he would declame:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And Henry seeing them on so fast to make,</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line57_16" id = "line57_16" href =
"#note57_16">Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake</a>.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King of Englands Oration to the English.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Thinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause,</p>
<p>And he’s no man their number that will wey;</p>
<p>Thus our great Grandsire purchas’d his applause,</p>
<p>The more they are, the greater is our prey,</p>
<p>We’ll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes,</p>
<p>And let report to England this Conuey</p>
<p class = "indent">
That it for me no Ransome e’r shall rayse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Either I’le Conquer, or here end my dayes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>It were no glory for vs to subdue</p>
<p>Them, then our number, were the French no more;</p>
<p>When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue,</p>
<p>Three times so many as themselues before,</p>
<p>But to doe something that were strange and new:</p>
<p>Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And with their swords we’ll hewe yan Forrest downe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">58</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The meanest Souldier if in Fight he take,</p>
<p>The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne,</p>
<p>Without controule shall him his prisoner make,</p>
<p>And haue his Ransome freely as his owne:</p>
<p>Now English lyes our Honour at the stake,</p>
<p>And now or neuer be our Valour showne:</p>
<p class = "indent">
God and our Cause, Saint George for England stands,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Now Charge them English, fortune guide your hands.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line58_9" id = "line58_9" href =
"#note58_9">When hearing one wish all the valiant men</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note58_9">At home in England, with them
present were</a>;</p>
<p>The King makes answere instantly agen,</p>
<p>I would not haue one man more then is here:</p>
<p>If we subdue, lesse should our praise be then:</p>
<p>If ouercome, lesse losse shall England beare:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And to our numbers we should giue that deede,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which must from Gods owne powerfull hand proceede.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The high valour of the King of England.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The dreadfull Charge the Drummes &amp; Trumpets sound,</p>
<p>With hearts exalted, though with humbled eyes,</p>
<p>When as the English kneeling on the ground,</p>
<p>Extend their hands vp to the glorious skyes;</p>
<p>Then from the earth as though they did rebound,</p>
<p>Actiue as fire immediatly they rise:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And such a shrill showt from their throats they sent,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As made the French to stagger as they went.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the Signall to the English.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Wherewith they stopt, when Erpingham which led</p>
<p>The Armie, sawe, the showt had made them stand,</p>
<p>Wafting his Warder thrice about his head,</p>
<p>He cast it vp with his auspicious hand,</p>
<p>Which was the signall through the English spread,</p>
<p>That they should Charge: which as a dread command</p>
<p class = "indent">
Made them rush on, yet with a second rore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Frighting the French worse then they did before.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">59</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But when they sawe the Enemie so slowe,</p>
<p>Which they expected faster to come on,</p>
<p>Some scattering Shot they sent out as to showe,</p>
<p>That their approach they onely stood vpon;</p>
<p>Which with more feruour made their rage to glowe,</p>
<p>So much disgrace that they had vnder-gone.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which to amend with Ensignes let at large,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vpon the English furiously they Charge.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Simily of the French charging the English.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line59_9" id = "line59_9" href =
"#note59_9">At the full Moone looke how th’vnweldy Tide</a>,</p>
<p>Shou’d by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise</p>
<p>At the full height, against the ragged side</p>
<p>Of so me rough Cliffe (of a Gigantick sise)</p>
<p>Foming with rage impetuously doth ride;</p>
<p>The angry French (in no lesse furious wise)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Assayle the English to dispierce their force.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The three hundred Archers layd in ambush, disorder the French men at
Armes at the first encounter.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as those Archers there in Ambush layde,</p>
<p>Hauing their Broad side as they came along,</p>
<p>With their barb’d Arrowes the French Horses payde:</p>
<p>And in their flankes like cruell Hornets stong:</p>
<p>They kick and crie, of late that proudly nayde:</p>
<p>And from their seats their Armed Riders flong:</p>
<p class = "indent">
They ranne together flying from the Dike,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And make their Riders one another strike.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And whilst the Front of the French Vanguard makes,</p>
<p>Vpon the English thinking them to Route,</p>
<p>Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes,</p>
<p>And being wounded, turne themselues about:</p>
<p>The Bit into his teeth the Courser takes,</p>
<p>And from his Rank flyes with his Master out,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
If in the throng not both together throwne.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">60</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Tumbling on heapes, some of their Horses cast</p>
<p>With their foure feete all vp into the ayre:</p>
<p>Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last:</p>
<p>Some breake their Raynes, and thence their Riders beare:</p>
<p>Some with their feete stick in the Stirups fast,</p>
<p>By their fierce Iades, are trayled here and there:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Entangled in their Bridles, one back drawes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And pluckes the Bit out of anothers iawes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>With showers of Shafts yet still the English ply</p>
<p>The French so fast, vpon the point of flight:</p>
<p>With the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by,</p>
<p>Not all this while had medled in the Fight,</p>
<p>Vpon the Horses as in Chase they flye,</p>
<p>Arrowes so thick, in such aboundance light,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That their broad buttocks men like Butts might see,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whereat for pastime Bow-men shooting be.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Two wings of French horse defeated.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When soone De Linnies and Sureres hast,</p>
<p>To ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle,</p>
<p>With two light wings of Horse which had beene plac’t,</p>
<p>Still to supply where any should recoyle:</p>
<p>But yet their Forces they but vainely waste,</p>
<p>For being light, into the generall spoyle.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Yet scapes himselfe; but braue Sureres slaine.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped,</p>
<p>Sends his command that instantly it stay,</p>
<p>Desiring Yorke so brauely that had led,</p>
<p>To hold his Souldiers in their first array,</p>
<p>For it the Conflict very much might sted,</p>
<p>Somewhat to fall aside, and giue him way,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Till full vp to him he might bring his power,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And make the Conquest compleate in an hower.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">61</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The English Vaward and maine Battaile charge the French both at
once.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Which Yorke obayes, and vp King Henry comes,</p>
<p>When for his guidance he had got him roome.</p>
<p>The dreadfull bellowing of whose strait-brac’d Drummes,</p>
<p>To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome,</p>
<p>And them with such stupidity benummes,</p>
<p>As though the earth had groaned from her wombe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For the grand slaughter ne’r began till then,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Couering the earth with multitudes of men.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Vpon the French what Englishman not falls,</p>
<p>(By the strong Bowmen beaten from their Steeds)</p>
<p>With Battle-axes, Halberts, Bills, and Maules,</p>
<p>Where, in the slaughter euery one exceedes,</p>
<p>Where euery man, his fellow forward calls,</p>
<p>And shows him where some great-born Frenchman bleeds</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whilst Scalps about like broken pot sherds fly,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And kill, kill, kill, the Conquering English cry.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now wexed horror to the very height,</p>
<p>And scarse a man but wet-shod went in gore,</p>
<p>As two together are in deadly fight,</p>
<p>And to death wounded, as one tumbleth ore,</p>
<p>This Frenchman falling, with his very weight</p>
<p>Doth kill another strucken downe before,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As he againe so falling, likewise feeles</p>
<p class = "indent">
His last breath hastned by anothers heeles.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And whilst the English eagerly pursue</p>
<p>The fearefull French before them still that fly,</p>
<p>The points of Bills and Halbers they imbrue</p>
<p>In their sicke Bowels, beaten downe that lye,</p>
<p>No man respects how, or what blood he drew,</p>
<p>Nor can heare those that for their mercie cry.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ears are damm’d vp with howles and hellish sounds</p>
<p class = "indent">
One fearefull noyse a fearefuller confounds.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">62</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Charles de la Breth Constable of France.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When the couragious Constable of France,</p>
<p>Th’vnlucky Vanguard valiantly that led,</p>
<p>Sawe the day turn’d by this disastrous chance,</p>
<p>And how the French before the English fled;</p>
<p>O stay (quoth he) your Ensignes yet aduance,</p>
<p>Once more vpon the Enemy make head:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Neuer let France say, we were vanquisht so,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With our backs basely turn’d vpon our Foe.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Admirall.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Whom the Chattillyon hapned to accost,</p>
<p>And seeing thus the Constable dismayde:</p>
<p>Shift noble Lord (quoth he) the day is lost,</p>
<p>If the whole world vpon the match were layde,</p>
<p>I cannot thinke but that Black Edwards Ghost</p>
<p>Assists the English, and our Horse hath frayde;</p>
<p class = "indent">
If not, some Diuels they haue with them then,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That fight against vs in the shapes of men.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Not I my Lord, the Constable replies:</p>
<p>By my blest soule, the Field I will not quit:</p>
<p>Whilst two braue Battailes are to bring supplies:</p>
<p>Neither of which one stroke haue strucken yet:</p>
<p>Nay (quoth <a class = "note" name = "line62_21" id = "line62_21" href
= "#note62_21">Dampeir</a>) I doe not this aduise</p>
<p>More then your selfe, that I doe feare a whit:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Spurre vp my Lord, then side to side with mee,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And that I feare not, you shall quickly see.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Admirall slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>They struck their Rowells to the bleeding sides</p>
<p>Of their fierce Steeds into the ayre that sprong:</p>
<p>And as their fury at that instant guides:</p>
<p>They thrust themselues into the murth’ring throng,</p>
<p>Where such bad fortune those braue Lords betides:</p>
<p>The Admirall from off his Horse was flong,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For the sterne English downe before them beere</p>
<p class = "indent">
All that withstand, the Pesant and the Peere.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">63</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Constable slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Which when the noble Constable with griefe,</p>
<p>Doth this great Lord vpon the ground behold;</p>
<p>In his account so absolute a Chiefe,</p>
<p>Whose death through France he knew would be condol’d,</p>
<p>Like a braue Knight to yeeld his friend reliefe,</p>
<p>Doing as much as possibly he <a class = "note" name = "line63_6" id =
"line63_6" href = "#note63_6">could</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Both horse and man is borne into the mayne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And from his friend not halfe a furlong slayne.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now Willoughby vpon his well-Arm’d Horse,</p>
<p>Into the midst of this Battalion brought,</p>
<p>And valiant Fanhope no whit lesse in force,</p>
<p>Himselfe hath thither through the squadrons raught,</p>
<p>Whereas the English without all remorce,</p>
<p>(Looking like men that deepely were distraught)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Smoking with sweat, besmear’d with dust and blood,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Cut into <a class = "note" name = "line63_16" id = "line63_16" href =
"#note63_16">Cantels</a> all that them withstood.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Yet whilst thus hotely they hold vp the Chase</p>
<p>Vpon the French, and had so high a hand:</p>
<p>The Duke of Burbon to make good his place,</p>
<p>Inforc’d his troupes (with much adoe) to stand,</p>
<p>To whom the Earle of Suffolke makes a pace,</p>
<p>Bringing a fresh, and yet-vnfought-with Band:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of valiant Bill-men, Oxford with successe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vp with his Troupes doth with the other presse.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When in comes Orleance, quite thrust off before,</p>
<p>By those rude crowdes that from the English ran,</p>
<p>Encouraging stout Burbons Troupes the more,</p>
<p>T’affront the Foe that instantly began:</p>
<p>Faine would the Duke (if possible) restore,</p>
<p>(Doing as much as could be done by man)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Their Honour lost, by this their late Defeate,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And caused onely, by their base Retreate.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">64</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Their men at Armes their Lances closely lock</p>
<p>One in another, and come vp so round,</p>
<p>That by the strength and horrour of the shock,</p>
<p>They forc’d the English to forsake their ground,</p>
<p>Shrinking no more then they had beene a Rock,</p>
<p>Though by the Shafts receiuing many a wound,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As they would showe, that they were none of those,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That turn’d their backs so basely to their Foes.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The courage of Woodhouse remarkable.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Panting for breath, his Murrian in his hand,</p>
<p>Woodhouse comes in as back the English beare,</p>
<p>My Lords (quoth he) what now inforc’d to stand,</p>
<p>When smiling Fortune off’reth vs so faire,</p>
<p>The French lye yonder like to wreakes of sand,</p>
<p>And you by this our glory but impaire:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Or now, or neuer, your first Fight maintaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Chatillyon and the Constable are slaine.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Hand ouer head pell mell vpon them ronne,</p>
<p>If you will proue the Masters of the day,</p>
<p>Ferrers and Greystock haue so brauely done,</p>
<p>That I enuie their glory, and dare say,</p>
<p>From all the English, they the Gole haue woone;</p>
<p>Either let’s share, or they’ll beare all away.</p>
<p class = "indent">
This spoke, his Ax about his head he flings,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And hasts away, as though his heeles had winges.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Incitation of this youthfull Knight,</p>
<p>Besides amends for their Retrayte to make,</p>
<p>Doth re-enforce their courage, with their might:</p>
<p>A second Charge with speed to vndertake;</p>
<p>Neuer before were they so mad to fight,</p>
<p>When valiant Fanhope thus the Lords bespake,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Suffolke and Oxford as braue Earles you be,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Once more beare vp with Willoughby and me.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">65</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Why now, me think’st I heare braue Fanhope speake,</p>
<p>Quoth noble Oxford, thou hast thy desire:</p>
<p>These words of thine shall yan Battalion breake:</p>
<p>And for my selfe I neuer will retire,</p>
<p>Vntill our Teene vpon the French we wreake:</p>
<p>Or in this our last enterprise expire:</p>
<p class = "indent">
This spoke, their Gauntlets each doth other giue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And to the Charge as fast as they could driue.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That slaughter seem’d to haue but stay’d for breath,</p>
<p>To make the horrour to ensue the more:</p>
<p>With hands besmear’d with blood, when meager Death</p>
<p>Looketh more grisly then he did before:</p>
<p>So that each body seem’d but as a sheath</p>
<p>To put their swords in, to the Hilts in gore:</p>
<p class = "indent">
As though that instant were the end of all,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To fell the French, or by the French to fall.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A Simily of the apparance of the Battell.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Looke how you see a field of standing Corne,</p>
<p>When some strong winde in Summer haps to blowe,</p>
<p>At the full height, and ready to be shorne,</p>
<p>Rising in waues, how it doth come and goe</p>
<p>Forward and backward, so the crowds are borne,</p>
<p>Or as the Edie turneth in the flowe:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And aboue all the Bills and Axes play,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As doe the Attoms in the Sunny ray.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now with mayne blowes their Armours are vnbras’d,</p>
<p>And as the French before the English fled,</p>
<p>With their browne Bills their recreant backs they baste,</p>
<p>And from their shoulders their faint Armes doe shred,</p>
<p>One with a gleaue neere cut off by the waste,</p>
<p>Another runnes to ground with halfe a head:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Another stumbling falleth in his flight,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wanting a legge, and on his face doth light.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">66</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,</p>
<p>And those fewe left them ready still to route,</p>
<p>Hauing great skill, and no lesse courage showne;</p>
<p>Yet of their safeties much began to doubt,</p>
<p>For hauing fewe about them of their owne,</p>
<p>And by the English so impal’d about,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Or else abide the fury of the field.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Burbon and Orleance taken prisoners.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>They put themselues on those victorious Lords,</p>
<p>Who led the Vanguard with so good successe,</p>
<p><a class = "note" name = "line66_11" id = "line66_11" href =
"#note66_11">Bespeaking them with honourable words,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note66_11">Themselues their prisoners
freely and confesse</a>,</p>
<p>Who by the strength of their commanding swords,</p>
<p>Could hardly saue them from the slaught’ring presse,</p>
<p class = "indent">
By Suffolks ayde till they away were sent,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who with a Guard conuay’d them to his Tent.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as their Souldiers to eschew the sack,</p>
<p>Gainst their owne Battell bearing in their flight,</p>
<p>By their owne French are strongly beaten back:</p>
<p>Lest they their Ranks, should haue disord’red quight,</p>
<p>So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack</p>
<p>Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wherein disorder and destruction seem’d</p>
<p class = "indent">
To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem’d.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,</p>
<p>Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,</p>
<p>And let that Villaine from the field that flyes</p>
<p>By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:</p>
<p>All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes</p>
<p>On this dayes battell, let me be the first</p>
<p class = "indent">
That turn’d yee back vpon your desperate Foes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To saue our Honours, though our lyues we lose.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">67</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe, which long</p>
<p>Had in the Battaile ranged here and there,</p>
<p>A thousand Bills, a thousand Bowes among,</p>
<p>And had seene many spectakles of feare,</p>
<p>And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong,</p>
<p>By that which he had chanst from him to heare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vpon the shoulder claps him, Prince quoth he,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Since I mast fall, ô let me fall with thee.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Scarse had he spoke, but th’English them inclose,</p>
<p>And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,</p>
<p>Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,</p>
<p>When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,</p>
<p>Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,</p>
<p>Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In this small time, who since the Field begun,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Haue done as much, as can by men be done.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,</p>
<p>Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine,</p>
<p>Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue,</p>
<p>And for their Ransomes two such to retaine:</p>
<p>Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue,</p>
<p>And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And with such danger through the presse they wade,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As of their liues but small account they made.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Daulphin of Auerney slaine.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get,</p>
<p>Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay,</p>
<p>The valient Daulphin had discharg’d his debt,</p>
<p>Then whom no man had brauelier seru’d that day.</p>
<p>The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset:</p>
<p>Had left all hope of life to scape away:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And as their prisoner seas’d him by his name.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">68</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now the mayne Battaile of the French came on,</p>
<p>The Vanward vanquisht, quite the Field doth flye,</p>
<p>And other helpes besides this, haue they none:</p>
<p>But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,</p>
<p>And therefore now it standeth them vpon,</p>
<p>To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:</p>
<p class = "indent">
For the fierce English charge so home and sore,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Yorke slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,</p>
<p>Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,</p>
<p>And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,</p>
<p>Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,</p>
<p>Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne,</p>
<p>So that the French which quickly got betweene</p>
<p class = "indent">
Him and his succours, that great Chiefetaine slue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who brauely fought whilest any breath he drew.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King heareth of the Duke of Yorks death.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The newes soone brought to this Couragious King,</p>
<p>Orespred his face with a distempred Fire,</p>
<p>Though making little shew of any thing,</p>
<p>Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire,</p>
<p>More then before the Frenchmen menacing;</p>
<p>And hee was heard thus softly to respire:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Well, of thy blood reuenged will I bee,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Or ere one houre be past Ile follow thee.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Kings resolution.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as the frolike Caualry of France,</p>
<p>That in the head of the maine Battaile came,</p>
<p>Perceiu’d the King of England to aduance,</p>
<p>To Charge in person; It doth them inflame,</p>
<p>Each one well hoping it might be his chance</p>
<p>To sease vpon him, which was all their ayme,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Then with the brauest of the English mett,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Themselues that there before the King had sett.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">69</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English, at the Ioyning of
the two mayne Battailes, in fiue Stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When the Earle of Cornewal with vnusuall force,</p>
<p>Encounters Grandpre (next that came to hand)</p>
<p>In Strength his equall, blow for blow they scorce,</p>
<p>Weelding their Axes as they had beene wands,</p>
<p>Till the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse</p>
<p>Ouer whom straight the Count Salines stands,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And lendeth Cornwal such a blow withall,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ouer the Crupper that he makes him fall.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Cornwal recouers, for his Armes were good,</p>
<p>And to Salines maketh vp againe,</p>
<p>Who changde such boysterous buffets, that the blood,</p>
<p>Doth through the Ioints of their strong Armour straine,</p>
<p>Till Count Salines sunck downe where he stood,</p>
<p>Blamount who sees the Count Salines slaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Straight copes with Cornwal beaten out of breath</p>
<p class = "indent">
Till Kent comes in, and rescues him from death.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth flye,</p>
<p>Who at the Earle with no lesse courage struck,</p>
<p>And one the other with such knocks they plye,</p>
<p>That eithers Axe in th’others Helmet stuck;</p>
<p>Whilst they are wrastling, crossing thigh with thigh;</p>
<p>Their Axes pykes, which soonest out should pluck:</p>
<p class = "indent">
They, fall to ground like in their Casks to smother,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With their clutcht Gauntlets cuffing one another.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Called Cluet of Brabant.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Couragious Cluet grieued at the sight</p>
<p>Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall,</p>
<p>Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might;</p>
<p>Whose comming seem’d the stout Lord Scales to call,</p>
<p>Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight,</p>
<p>When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Gainst him goes Roussy, in then Louell ran,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whom next Count Moruyle chuseth as his man.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">70</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Their Curates are vnriuetted with blowes,</p>
<p>With horrid wounds their breasts and faces slasht;</p>
<p>There drops a cheeke, and there falls off a nose:</p>
<p>And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht;</p>
<p>Yet still the Better with the English goes;</p>
<p>The earth of France with her owne blood is washt;</p>
<p class = "indent">
They fall so fast, she scarse affords them roome,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That one mans Trunke becomes anothers Toombe.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntingdon With breach of
promise.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When Suffolk chargeth Huntingdon with sloth,</p>
<p>Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin,</p>
<p>And had neglected his fast plighted troth</p>
<p>Vpon the Field, the Battaile to begin,</p>
<p>That where the one was, there they would be both;</p>
<p>When the stout Earle of Huntingdon, to win</p>
<p class = "indent">
Trust with his friends; doth this himselfe enlarge</p>
<p class = "indent">
To this great Earle who dares him thus to charge.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>My Lord (quoth he) it is not that I feare,</p>
<p>More then your selfe, that so I haue not gone;</p>
<p>But that I haue beene forced to be neare</p>
<p>The King, whose person I attend vpon,</p>
<p>And that I doubt not but to make appeare</p>
<p>Now, if occasion shall but call me on,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Looke round about my Lord, if you can see,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Some braue aduenture worthy you and me.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A desperate attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>See yan proud Banner, of the Duke of Barres,</p>
<p>Me thinkst it wafts vs, and I heare it say,</p>
<p>Wher’s that couragious Englishman that darres,</p>
<p>Aduenture, but to carry me away,</p>
<p>This were a thing, now worthy of our warres;</p>
<p>I’st true, quoth Suffolke, by this blessed day,</p>
<p class = "indent">
On, and weele haue it, sayst thou so indeed,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Quoth Huntingdon, then Fortune be our speed.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">71</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And through the Ranckes then rushing in their pride,</p>
<p>They make a Lane; about them so they lay,</p>
<p>Foote goes with foote, and side is ioynde to side,</p>
<p>They strike downe all that stand within their way,</p>
<p>And to direct them, haue no other guide,</p>
<p>But as they see the multitude to sway;</p>
<p class = "indent">
And as they passe, the French as to defie,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Saint George for England and the King they cry.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
One braue exploit begetteth another.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>By their examples, each braue English blood,</p>
<p>Vpon the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne,</p>
<p>Thick there as trees within a well-growne wood;</p>
<p>Where great Atchiements instantly were done,</p>
<p>Against them toughly whilst that Nation stood,</p>
<p>But ô what man his destinie can shunne</p>
<p class = "indent">
That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
When he much valour sundry wayes hath showne.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Earle of Suffolke slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Which the proud English further doth prouoke,</p>
<p>Who to destruction bodily were bent,</p>
<p>That the maine Battaile instantly they broke,</p>
<p>Vpon the French so furiously they went</p>
<p>And not an English but doth scorne a stroake,</p>
<p>If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who weake with wounds, their weapons from them threw,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With which the English fearefully them slue.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The English kill the French with their owne weapons.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne,</p>
<p>By those vnarm’d that from the English fled,</p>
<p>All further hopes then vtterly forlorne,</p>
<p>His Noble heart in his full Bosome bled;</p>
<p>What Fate, quoth he, our ouerthrowe hath sworne,</p>
<p>Must France a Prisoner be to England led,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Well, if she be so, yet Ile let her see,</p>
<p class = "indent">
She beares my Carkasse with her, and not me.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">72</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere,</p>
<p>When with the courage of a valiant Knight</p>
<p>(As one that knew not, or forgot to feare)</p>
<p>He tow’rds King Henry maketh in the fight,</p>
<p>And all before him as he downe doth beare,</p>
<p>Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth bring,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Scarse two Pykes length that came before the King.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Glocester ouerthrowne by the Duke of Alanzon.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Their Staues both strongly riuetted with steele,</p>
<p>At the first stroke each other they astound,</p>
<p>That as they staggering from each other reele;</p>
<p>The Duke of Gloster falleth to the ground:</p>
<p>When as Alanzon round about doth wheele,</p>
<p>Thinking to lend him his last deadly wound:</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line72_15" id = "line72_15" href =
"#note72_15">In comes the King his Brothers life to saue</a></p>
<p class = "indent">
And to this braue Duke, a fresh on-set gaue.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as themselues like Thunderbolts they shot,</p>
<p>One at the other, and the Lightning brake</p>
<p>Out of their Helmets, and againe was not,</p>
<p>E’r of their strokes, the eare a sound could take</p>
<p>Betwixt them two, the Conflict grew so hot,</p>
<p>Which those about them so amaz’d doth make,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That they stood still as wondring at the sight,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And quite forgot that they themselues must fight.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King of England in danger to be slaine, by the Duke of Alanzon.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line72_25" id = "line72_25" href =
"#note72_25">Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note72_25">That with a stroke</a> (as he
was wondrous strong)</p>
<p>He cleft the Crowne that on his Helme he wore,</p>
<p>And tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong:</p>
<p>Then with a second brus’d his Helme before,</p>
<p>That it his forehead pittifully wroong:</p>
<p class = "indent">
As some that sawe it certainly had thought,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The King therewith had to the ground beene brought.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">73</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Alanzon beaten downe by the King of England.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit,</p>
<p>(As now his valour lay vpon the Rack)</p>
<p>Vpon the face the Duke so strongly hit,</p>
<p>As in his Saddle layde him on his back,</p>
<p>And once perceiuing that he had him split,</p>
<p>Follow’d his blowes, redoubling thwack on thwack:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Till he had lost his Stirups, and his head</p>
<p class = "indent">
Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The King killeth two Gentlemen that aduenture to rescue the Duke.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When soone two other seconding their Lord,</p>
<p>His kind Companions in this glorious prize,</p>
<p>Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor’d,</p>
<p>If to his feet his Armes would let him rise:</p>
<p>On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor’d;</p>
<p>Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And on his body slew them both, whilst he</p>
<p class = "indent">
Recouering was their ayde againe to be.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The King thus made the Master of the Fight:</p>
<p>The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye:</p>
<p>Henry I’le pay my Ransome, doe me right:</p>
<p>I am the Duke Alanzon; it is I.</p>
<p>The King to saue him putting all his might,</p>
<p>Yet the rude Souldiers, with their showt and crie,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Quite drown’d his voyce, his Helmet being shut,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And, that braue Duke into small peeces cut.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Alanzon slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Report once spred, through the distracted Host,</p>
<p>Of their prime hope, the Duke Alanzon slayne:</p>
<p>That flower of France, on whom they trusted most:</p>
<p>They found their valour was but then in vayne:</p>
<p>Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost,</p>
<p>Who slowly fled before, now ranne amayne.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Nor could a man be found, but that dispaires</p>
<p class = "indent">
Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">74</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke Neuers taken prisoner.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Duke Neuers, now in this sad retreat,</p>
<p>By Dauid Gam and Morisby persude,</p>
<p>(Who throughly chaf’d, neere melted into sweat,</p>
<p>And with French blood their Poleaxes imbrud)</p>
<p>They sease vpon him following the defeate,</p>
<p>Amongst the faint, and fearefull multitude;</p>
<p class = "indent">
When a contention fell betweene them twaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To whom the Duke should rightfully pertaine.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Morisby and Gam at contention for the Duke of Neuers.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase,</p>
<p>Quoth Morrisby; but lefts him in the throng,</p>
<p>Then put I on; quoth Gam, hast thou the face,</p>
<p>Insulting Knight, to offer me this wrong;</p>
<p>Quoth Morrisby, who shall decide the case,</p>
<p>Let him confesse to whom he doth belong;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Let him (quoth Gam) but if’t be not to me,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For any right you haue, he may goe free.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Morisby a braue young Knight.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Dauid Gam oft mentioned in this Poem.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>With that couragious Morrisby grew hot,</p>
<p>Were not said he his Ransome worth a pin,</p>
<p>Now by these Armes I weare thou gett’st him not:</p>
<p>Or if thou do’st, thou shalt him hardly win;</p>
<p>Gam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot,</p>
<p>To bend his Axe vpon him doth begin:</p>
<p class = "indent">
He his at him, till the Lord Beamount came</p>
<p class = "indent">
Their rash attempt, and wisely thus doth blame.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Are not the French twice trebl’d to our power,</p>
<p>And fighting still, nay, doubtfull yet the day:</p>
<p>Thinke you not these vs fast enough deuoure:</p>
<p>But that your braues the Army must dismay:</p>
<p>If ought but good befell vs in this howre:</p>
<p>This be you sure your lyues for it must pay:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And then decide whose prisoner he shall be.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">75</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Excester cometh in with the Reare.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare</p>
<p>Came on, which long had labour’d to come in:</p>
<p>And with the Kings mayne Battell vp doth beare;</p>
<p>Who still kept off, till the last houre had bin:</p>
<p>He cryes and clamours eu’ry way doth heare:</p>
<p>But yet he knew not which the day should win:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Nor askes of any what were fit to doe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
But where the French were thick’st, he falleth to.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Earle of Vandom certainly that thought,</p>
<p>The English fury somewhat had beene stayde:</p>
<p>Weary with slaughter as men ouer-wrought,</p>
<p>Nor had beene spurr’d on by a second ayde:</p>
<p>For his owne safety, then more fiercely fought,</p>
<p>Hoping the tempest somewhat had been layde:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And he thereby (though suff’ring the defeate,)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Might keep his Reareward whole in his Retreate.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>On whom the Duke of Excester then fell,</p>
<p>Reare with the Reare now for their Valours vy,</p>
<p>Ours finde the French their lyues will dearely sell;</p>
<p>And th’English meane as dearely them to buy:</p>
<p>The English follow, should they runne through hell,</p>
<p>And through the same the French must, if they flye,</p>
<p class = "indent">
When too’t they goe, deciding it with blowes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With th’one side now, then with th’other’t goes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But the sterne English with such luck and might,</p>
<p>(As though the Fates had sworne to take their parts)</p>
<p>Vpon the French preuailing in the Fight,</p>
<p>With doubled hands, and with re-doubled harts,</p>
<p>The more in perill still the more in plight,</p>
<p>Gainst them whom Fortune miserably thwarts:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Disabled quite before the Foe to stand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
But fall like grasse before the Mowers hand.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">76</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Earle of Vandome slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That this French Earle is beaten on the Field,</p>
<p>His fighting Souldiers round about him slaine;</p>
<p>And when himselfe a Prisoner he would yeeld,</p>
<p>And beg’d for life, it was but all in vaine;</p>
<p>Their Bills the English doe so easely weeld</p>
<p>To kill the French, as though it were no paine;</p>
<p class = "indent">
For this to them was their auspicious day,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The more the English fight, the more they may.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When now the Marshall Boucequalt, which long</p>
<p>Had through the Battaile waded eu’ry way,</p>
<p>Oft hazarded the murther’d Troupes among,</p>
<p>Encouraging them to abide the day:</p>
<p>Finding the Army that he thought so strong,</p>
<p>Before the English faintly to dismay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Brings on the wings which of the rest remain’d,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With which the Battaile stoutly he maintain’d.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred Archers.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Till olde Sir Thomas Erpingham at last,</p>
<p>With those three hundred Archers commeth in,</p>
<p>Which layd in ambush not three houres yet past;</p>
<p>Had the Defeat of the French Army bin,</p>
<p>With these that noble Souldier maketh hast,</p>
<p>Lest other from him should the honour win:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who as before now stretch their well-wax’d strings,</p>
<p class = "indent">
At the French Horse then comming in the wings.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The soyle with slaughter eu’ry where they load,</p>
<p>Whilst the French stoutly to the English stood,</p>
<p>The drops from eithers emptied veynes that flow’d,</p>
<p>Where it was lately firme had made a flood:</p>
<p>But heau’n that day to the braue English ow’d;</p>
<p>The Sunne that rose in water, set in blood:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Nothing but horrour to be look’d for there,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And the stout Marshall vainely doth but feare.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">77</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Marshall of France slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>His Horse sore wounded whilst he went aside,</p>
<p>To take another still that doth attend,</p>
<p>A shaft which some too-lucky hand doth guide,</p>
<p>Peircing his Gorget brought him to his end;</p>
<p>Which when the proud Lord Falkonbridge espide,</p>
<p>Thinking from thence to beare away his friend,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Strucke from his Horse, with many a mortall wound,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Is by the English nayled to the ground.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Marshalls death so much doth them affright,</p>
<p>That downe their weapons instantly they lay,</p>
<p>And better yet to fit them for their flight,</p>
<p>Their weightier Armes, they wholly cast away,</p>
<p>Their hearts so heauy, makes their heeles so light,</p>
<p>That there was no intreating them to stay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ore hedge and ditch distractedly they take,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And happiest he, that greatest haste could make.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Count Vadamount.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When Vadamount now in the Conflict mett,</p>
<p>With valient Brabant, whose high valour showne</p>
<p>That day, did many a blunted Courage whett,</p>
<p>Else long before that from the Field had flowne,</p>
<p>Quoth Vadamount, see how we are besett,</p>
<p>To death like to be troden by our owne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
My Lord of Brabant, what is to be done?</p>
<p class = "indent">
See how the French before the English runne.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant against the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Why, let them runne and neuer turne the head,</p>
<p>Quoth the braue Duke, vntill their hatefull breath</p>
<p>Forsake their Bodies, and so farre haue fled,</p>
<p>That France be not disparadg’d by their death:</p>
<p>Who trusts to Cowards ne’r is better sped,</p>
<p>Be he accurst, with such that holdeth faith,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Slaughter consume the Recreants as they flye,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Branded with shame, so basely may they dye.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">78</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Ignoble French, your fainting Cowardize craues</p>
<p>The dreadfull curse of your owne Mother earth,</p>
<p>Hardning her breast, not to allow you graues,</p>
<p>Be she so much ashamed of your birth;</p>
<p>May he be curst that one of you but saues,</p>
<p>And be in France hereafter such a dearth</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of Courage, that men from their wits it feare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
A Drumme, or Trumpet when they hap to heare.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Anthony Duke of Brabant, sonne to the Duke of Burgundy.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>From Burgundy brought I the force I had,</p>
<p>To fight for them, that ten from one doe flye;</p>
<p>It splits my breast, O that I could be mad;</p>
<p>To vexe these Slaues who would not dare to dye:</p>
<p>In all this Army is there not a Lad,</p>
<p>Th’ignoble French for Cowards that dare crye:</p>
<p class = "indent">
If scarse one found, then let me be that one,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The English Army that oppos’d alone.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>This said, he puts his Horse vpon his speed,</p>
<p>And in, like lightning on the English flewe:</p>
<p>Where many a Mothers sonne he made to bleed,</p>
<p>Whilst him with much astonishment they viewe:</p>
<p>Where hauing acted many a Knight-like deed,</p>
<p>Him and his Horse they all to peeces hewe:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Yet he that day more lasting glory wan,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Except Alanzon then did any man.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Many of the French in their flight get into an old Fort.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as report to great King Henry came,</p>
<p>Of a vast Route which from the Battaile fled,</p>
<p>(Amongst the French most men of speciall name)</p>
<p>By the stout English fiercely followed;</p>
<p>Had for their safety, (much though to their shame)</p>
<p>Got in their flight into so strong a sted,</p>
<p class = "indent">
So fortifi’d by nature (as ’twas thought)</p>
<p class = "indent">
They might not thence, but with much blood be brought.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">79</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
The Kings slight answer.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>An aged Rampire, with huge Ruines heapt,</p>
<p>Which seru’d for Shot, gainst those that should assayle,</p>
<p>Whose narrow entrance they with Crosbowes kept,</p>
<p>Whose sharpned quarres came in show’rs like hayle:</p>
<p>Quoth the braue King, first let the field be swept,</p>
<p>And with the rest we well enough shall deale;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which though some heard, and so shut vp their eare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Yet relish’d not with many Souldiers there.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Some that themselues by Ransomes would enrich,</p>
<p>(To make their pray of Pesants yet dispise)</p>
<p>Felt as they thought their bloody palmes to itch,</p>
<p>To be in action for their wealthy prize:</p>
<p>Others whom onely glory doth bewitch,</p>
<p>Rather then life would to this enterprize:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Most men seem’d willing, yet not any one</p>
<p class = "indent">
Would put himselfe this great exployt vpon.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Woodhouse ieereth at the attempt.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Which Woodhouse hearing meerily thus spake,</p>
<p>(One that right well knew, both his worth and wit)</p>
<p>A dangerous thing it is to vndertake</p>
<p>A Fort, where Souldiers be defending it,</p>
<p>Perhaps they sleepe, and if they should awake,</p>
<p>With stones, or with their shafts they may vs hitt,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And in our Conquest whilst so well we fare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
It were meere folly, but I see none dare.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Which Gam o’r hearing (being neere at hand)</p>
<p>Not dare quoth he, and angerly doth frowne,</p>
<p>I tell thee Woodhouse, some in presence stand,</p>
<p>Dare propp the Sunne if it were falling downe,</p>
<p>Dare graspe the bolt from Thunder in his hand,</p>
<p>And through a Cannon leape into a Towne;</p>
<p class = "indent">
I tell thee, a resolued man may doe</p>
<p class = "indent">
Things, that thy thoughts, yet neuer mounted to.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">80</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>I know that resolution may doe much,</p>
<p>Woodhouse replyes, but who could act my thought,</p>
<p>With his proud head the Pole might easely tuch,</p>
<p>And Gam quoth he, though brauely thou hast fought,</p>
<p>Yet not the fame thou hast attain’d too, such,</p>
<p>But that behind, as great is to be bought,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And yonder tis, then Gam come vp with me,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Where soone the King our Courages shall see.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Agreed quoth Gam, and vp their Troopes they call,</p>
<p>Hand ouer head, and on the French they ran,</p>
<p>And to the fight couragiously they fall,</p>
<p>When on both sides the slaughter soone began;</p>
<p>Fortune awhile indifferent is to all,</p>
<p>These what they may, and those doe what they can.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Woodhouse and Gam, vpon each other vye,</p>
<p class = "indent">
By Armes their manhood desperatly to try.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Captaine Gam slaine.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
For this seruice done by Woodhouse, there was an addition of honour
giuen him: which was a hand holding a Club: with the <ins class =
"correction" title = "text unchanged">word</ins> <em>Frappe Fort</em>,
which is born by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke, to this
day.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>To clime the Fort the Light-Arm’d English striue,</p>
<p>And some by Trees there growing to ascend;</p>
<p>The French with Flints let at the English driue,</p>
<p>Themselues with Shields the Englishmen defend,</p>
<p>And faine the Fort downe with their hands would riue:</p>
<p>Thus either side their vtmost power extend,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Till valiant Gam sore wounded, drawne aside</p>
<p class = "indent">
By his owne Souldiers, shortly after dy’de.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Then take they vp the bodies of the slaine,</p>
<p>Which for their Targets ours before them beare,</p>
<p>And with a fresh assault come on againe;</p>
<p>Scarse in the Field yet, such a fight as there,</p>
<p>Crosse-bowes, and Long-bowes at it are amaine,</p>
<p>Vntil the French their massacre that feare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of the fierce English, a cessation craue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Offring to yeeld, so they their liues would saue.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">81</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Lewis of Burbon in the furious heat</p>
<p>Of this great Battaile, hauing made some stay,</p>
<p>Who with the left wing suffered a defeate,</p>
<p>In the beginning of this lucklesse day,</p>
<p>Finding the English forcing their retreat,</p>
<p>And that much hope vpon his valour lay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Fearing lest he might vndergoe some shame,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That were vnworthy of the Burbon name.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Hath gathered vp some scattred Troopes of Horse,</p>
<p>That in the Field stood doubtfull what to doe;</p>
<p>Though with much toyle, which he doth reinforce</p>
<p>With some small power that he doth add thereto,</p>
<p>Proclaiming still the English had the worse,</p>
<p>And now at last, with him if they would goe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
He dares assure them Victory, if not</p>
<p class = "indent">
The greatest fame that euer Souldiers gott.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A deuise of Burbons to giue encouragement to the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And being wise, so Burbon to beguile</p>
<p>The French, (preparing instantly to fly)</p>
<p>Procures a Souldier, by a secret wile</p>
<p>To come in swiftly and to craue supply,</p>
<p>That if with Courage they would fight awhile,</p>
<p>It certaine was the English all should dye,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For that the King had offered them to yeeld,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Finding his troopes to leaue him on the Field.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When Arthur Earle of Richmount comming in,</p>
<p>With the right wing that long staid out of sight,</p>
<p>Hauing too lately with the English bin,</p>
<p>But finding Burbon bent againe to fight,</p>
<p>His former credit hoping yet to winn,</p>
<p>(Which at that instant easily he might)</p>
<p class = "indent">
Comes close vp with him, and puts on as fast,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Brauely resolu’d to fight it to the last.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">82</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And both encourag’d by the newes was braught</p>
<p>Of the ariuing of the Daulphins power;</p>
<p>Whose speedy Van, their Reare had almost raught,</p>
<p>(From Agincourt discouer’d from a Tower)</p>
<p>Which with the Norman Gallantry was fraught,</p>
<p>And on the suddaine comming like a shower;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Would bring a deluge on the English Host,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whilst they yet stood their victory to boast.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A simily of the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And one they come, as doth a rowling tide,</p>
<p>Forc’d by a winde, that shoues it forth so fast,</p>
<p>Till it choke vp some chanell side to side,</p>
<p>And the craz’d banks doth downe before it cast,</p>
<p>Hoping the English would them not abide,</p>
<p>Or would be so amazed at their hast,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That should they faile to route them at their will,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Yet of their blood, the fields should drinke their fill.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as the English whose o’r-wearied Armes,</p>
<p>Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore,</p>
<p>These inexpected, and so fierce Alarmes,</p>
<p>To their first strength doe instantly restore,</p>
<p>And like a Stoue their stifned sinewes warmes,</p>
<p>To act as brauely as they did before;</p>
<p class = "indent">
And the proud French as stoutly to oppose,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Scorning to yeeld one foot despight of blowes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The fight is fearefull, for stout Burbon brings</p>
<p>His fresher forces on with such a shocke,</p>
<p>That they were like to cut the Archers strings</p>
<p>E’re they their Arrowes hansomly could <a class = "note" name =
"line82_28" id = "line82_28" href = "#note82_28">nock</a></p>
<p>The French like Engines that were made with springs:</p>
<p>Themselues so fast into the English lock,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That th’one was like the other downe to beare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">83</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Still staggering long they from each other reel’d,</p>
<p>Glad that themselues they so could disingage:</p>
<p>And falling back vpon the spacious field</p>
<p>(For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage)</p>
<p>Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld,</p>
<p>They with such madnesse execute their rage;</p>
<p class = "indent">
As though the former fury of the day,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To this encounter had but beene a play.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Slaughter is now desected to the full,</p>
<p>Here from their backs their batter’d Armours fall,</p>
<p>Here a sleft shoulder, there a clouen scull,</p>
<p>There hang his eyes out beaten with a mall,</p>
<p>Vntill the edges of their Bills growe dull,</p>
<p>Vpon each other they so spend their gall,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Wilde showtes and clamors all the ayre doe fill,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The French cry <a class = "note" name = "line83_16" id = "line83_16"
href = "#note83_16"><i>tue</i></a>, and the English kill.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Duke of Barre in this vaste spoyle by chance;</p>
<p>With the Lord Saint-Iohn on the Field doth meete,</p>
<p>Towards whom that braue Duke doth himselfe aduance,</p>
<p>Who with the like encounter him doth greete:</p>
<p>This English Barron, and this Peere of France,</p>
<p>Grapling together, falling from their feete,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With the rude crowdes had both to death beene crusht,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In for their safety, had their friends not rusht.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Both againe rais’d, and both their Souldiers shift,</p>
<p>To saue their lyues if any way they could:</p>
<p>But as the French the Duke away would lift,</p>
<p>Vpon his Armes the English taking hould,</p>
<p>(Men of that sort, that thought vpon their thrift)</p>
<p>Knowing his Ransome dearely would be sould:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Dragge him away in spight of their defence,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which to their Quarter would haue borne him thence.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">84</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Lewes of Burbon taken prisoner by a meane Souldier.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Meane while braue Burbon from his stirring Horse,</p>
<p>Gall’d with an Arrow to the earth is throwne;</p>
<p>By a meane Souldier seased on by force,</p>
<p>Hoping to haue him certainly his owne,</p>
<p>Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse:</p>
<p>Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And he perceiues the Souldier him doth deeme,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To be a person of no meane esteeme.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Berckley and Burnell, two braue English Lords,</p>
<p>Flesht with French blood, and in their Valours pride,</p>
<p>Aboue their Arm’d heads brandishing their swords,</p>
<p>As they tryumphing through the Army ride,</p>
<p>Finding what prizes Fortune here affords</p>
<p>To eu’ry Souldier, and more wistly eyde</p>
<p class = "indent">
This gallant prisoner, by his Arming see,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of the great Burbon family to be.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
Lewes of Burbon stabd by the Souldier that took him prisoner.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And from the Souldier they his Prisoner take,</p>
<p>Of which the French Lord seemeth wondrous faine</p>
<p>Thereby his safety more secure to make:</p>
<p>Which when the Souldier findes his hopes in vaine,</p>
<p>So rich a Booty forced to forsake,</p>
<p>To put himselfe, and prisoner out of paine:</p>
<p class = "indent">
He on the suddaine stabs him, and doth sweare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Would th’aue his Ransome, they should take it there.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When Rosse and Morley making in amaine,</p>
<p>Bring the Lord Darcy vp with them along,</p>
<p>Whose Horse had lately vnder him beene slaine;</p>
<p>And they on foote found fighting in the throng,</p>
<p>Those Lords his friends remounting him againe,</p>
<p>Being a man that valiant was and strong:</p>
<p class = "indent">
They altogether with a generall hand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Charge on the French that they could finde to stand.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">85</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And yet but vainely as the French suppos’d,</p>
<p>For th’Earle of Richmount forth such earth had found,</p>
<p>That one two sides with quick-set was enclos’d,</p>
<p>And the way to it by a rising ground,</p>
<p>By which a while the English were oppos’d,</p>
<p>At euery Charge which else came vp so round,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As that except the passage put them by,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The French as well might leaue their Armes and flye.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Vpon both parts it furiously is fought,</p>
<p>And with such quicknesse riseth to that hight,</p>
<p>That horror neede no further to be sought:</p>
<p>If onely that might satisfie the sight,</p>
<p>Who would haue fame full dearely here it bought,</p>
<p>For it was sold by measure and by waight,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And at one rate the price still certaine stood,</p>
<p class = "indent">
An ounce of honour cost a pound of blood.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Lords Dampier and Sauesses taken prisoners.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When so it hapt that Dampier in the Van,</p>
<p>Meetes with stout Darcy, but whilst him he prest,</p>
<p>Ouer and ouer commeth horse and man,</p>
<p>Of whom the other soone himselfe possest:</p>
<p>When as Sauesses vpon Darcy ran</p>
<p>To ayde Dampier, but as he him adrest;</p>
<p class = "indent">
A Halbert taking hold vpon his Greaues,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Him from his Saddle violently heaues.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When soone fiue hundred Englishmen at Armes,</p>
<p>That to the French had giuen many a chase;</p>
<p>And when they couered all the Field with swarmes;</p>
<p>Yet oft that day had brauely bid them <a class = "note" name =
"line85_28" id = "line85_28" href = "#note85_28">base</a>:</p>
<p>Now at the last by raising fresh Alarmes;</p>
<p>And comming vp with an vnusuall pace,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Made them to knowe, that they must runne or yeeld,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Neuer till now the English had the Field.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">86</span>
<p class = "sidenote">
Arthur Earl of Richmount taken prisoner.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
The Count du Marle slaine.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Where Arthur Earle of Richmount beaten downe,</p>
<p>Is left (suppos’d of eu’ry one for dead)</p>
<p>But afterwards awaking from his swoone,</p>
<p>By some that found him, was recouered:</p>
<p>So Count Du Marle was likewise ouerthrowne:</p>
<p>As he was turning meaning to haue fled,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who fights, the colde blade in his bosome feeles,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who flyes, still heares it whisking at his heeles.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Till all disrank’d, like seely Sheepe they runne,</p>
<p>By threats nor prayers, to be constrain’d to stay;</p>
<p>For that their hearts were so extreamely done,</p>
<p>That fainting oft they fall vpon the way:</p>
<p>Or when they might a present perill shunne,</p>
<p>They rush vpon it by their much dismay,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That from the English should they safely flye,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of their owne very feare, yet they should dye.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Some they take prisoners, other some they kill,</p>
<p>As they affect those vpon whom they fall:</p>
<p>For they as Victors may doe what they will:</p>
<p>For who this Conqueror to account dare call,</p>
<p>In gore the English seeme their soules to swill,</p>
<p>And the deiected French must suffer all;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Flight, cords, and slaughter, are the onely three,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To which themselues subiected they doe see.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The misery of the French.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>A shoolesse Souldier there a man might meete,</p>
<p>Leading his Mounsier by the armes fast bound:</p>
<p>Another, his had shackled by the feete;</p>
<p>Who like a Cripple shuffled on the ground;</p>
<p>Another three or foure before him beete,</p>
<p>Like harmefull Chattell driuen to a pound;</p>
<p class = "indent">
They must abide it, so the Victor will,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who at his pleasure may, or saue, or kill.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">87</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That braue French Gallant, when the fight began,</p>
<p>Who lease of Lackies ambled by his side,</p>
<p>Himselfe a Lacky now most basely ran,</p>
<p>Whilst a rag’d Souldier on his Horse doth ride,</p>
<p>That Rascall is no lesse then at his man,</p>
<p>Who was but lately to his Luggadge tide;</p>
<p class = "indent">
And the French Lord now courtsies to that slaue,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who the last day his Almes was like to craue.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The French forced to beare the wounded English on their backs.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And those few English wounded in the fight,</p>
<p>They force the French to bring with them away,</p>
<p>Who when they were depressed with the weight,</p>
<p>Yet dar’d not once their burthen downe to lay,</p>
<p>Those in the morne, whose hopes were at their height,</p>
<p>Are fallne thus lowe ere the departing day;</p>
<p class = "indent">
With pickes of Halberts prickt in steed of goads,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Like tyred Horses labouring with their Loads.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>But as the English from the Field returne,</p>
<p>Some of those French who when the Fight began,</p>
<p>Forsooke their friends, and hoping yet to earne,</p>
<p>Pardon, for that so cowardly they ran,</p>
<p>Assay the English Carridges to burne,</p>
<p>Which to defend them scarsely had a man;</p>
<p class = "indent">
For that their keepers to the field were got,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To picke such spoyles, as chance should them alott.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
A crew of rascall French rifle the King of Englands Tents.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>The Captaines of this Rascall cowardly Route,</p>
<p>Were Isambert of Agincourt at hand,</p>
<p>Riflant of <a class = "note" name = "line87_27" id = "line87_27" href
= "#note87_27">Clunasse</a> a <a class = "note" href =
"#note87_27a">Dorpe</a> there about,</p>
<p>And for the Chiefe in this their base command,</p>
<p>Was Robinett of <ins class = "correction" title = "u/v as printed">Burnivile</ins>; throughout</p>
<p>The Countrie knowne, all order to withstand,</p>
<p class = "indent">
These with fiue hundred Peasants they had rais’d</p>
<p class = "indent">
The English Tents, vpon an instant seas’d.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">88</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>For setting on those with the Luggadge left,</p>
<p>A few poore Sutlers with the Campe that went,</p>
<p>They basely fell to pillage and to theft,</p>
<p>And hauing rifled euery Booth and Tent,</p>
<p>Some of the sillyest they of life bereft,</p>
<p>The feare of which, some of the other sent,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Into the Army, with their suddaine cries,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which put the King in feare of fresh supplies.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The French prisoners more in number then the English Souldiers.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>For that his Souldiers tyred in the fight,</p>
<p>Their Prisoners more in number then they were,</p>
<p>He thought it for a thing of too much weight,</p>
<p>T’oppose freshe forces, and to guard them there.</p>
<p>The Daulphins Powers, yet standing in their sight,</p>
<p>And Burbons Forces of the field not cleere.</p>
<p class = "indent">
These yearning cryes, that from the Caridge came,</p>
<p class = "indent">
His bloud yet hott, more highly doth inflame</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p><a class = "note" name = "line88_17" id = "line88_17" href =
"#note88_17">And in his rage he instantly commands,</a></p>
<p><a class = "note" href = "#note88_17">That euery English should his
prisoner kill</a>,</p>
<p>Except some fewe in some great Captaines hands</p>
<p>Whose Ransomes might his emptyed Cofers fill,</p>
<p>Alls one whose loose, or who is nowe in bonds,</p>
<p>Both must one way, it is the Conquerers will.</p>
<p class = "indent">
Those who late thought, small Ransoms them might free</p>
<p class = "indent">
Saw onely death their Ransomes now must be.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The English kill their prisoners.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
Expostulation.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Accursed French, and could it not suffize,</p>
<p>That ye but now bath’d in your natiue gore;</p>
<p>But yee must thus infortunately rise,</p>
<p>To drawe more plagues vpon yee then before,</p>
<p>And gainst your selfe more mischeife to diuise,</p>
<p>Then th’English could haue, and set wide the dore.</p>
<p class = "indent">
To vtter ruine, and to make an end</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of that your selues, which others would not spend.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">89</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Their vtmost rage the English now had breath’d,</p>
<p>And their proud heartes gan somewhat to relent,</p>
<p>Their bloody swords they quietly had sheath’d,</p>
<p>And their strong bowes already were vnbent,</p>
<p>To easefull rest their bodies they bequeath’d,</p>
<p>Nor farther harme at all to you they ment,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And to that paynes must yee them needsly putt,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To draw their kniues once more your throats to cutt.</p>
</div>

<p class = "sidenote">
The French cause of their own massechre.</p>

<p class = "sidenote">
A discriptyon of the Massachre in the foure following stanzas.</p>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That French who lately by the English stood,</p>
<p>And freely ask’d what ransome he should pay,</p>
<p>Whoe somwhat coold, and in a calmer moode,</p>
<p>Agreed with him both of the some and day,</p>
<p>Nowe findes his flesh must be the present foode,</p>
<p>For wolues and Rauens, for the same that stay.</p>
<p class = "indent">
And sees his blood on th’others sword to flowe,</p>
<p class = "indent">
E’r his quicke sense could aprehend the blowe.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Whilst one is asking what the bus’nesse is,</p>
<p>Hearing (in French) his Country-man to crye:</p>
<p>He who detaines him prisoner, answers this:</p>
<p>Mounsier, the King commands that you must dye;</p>
<p>This is plaine English, whilst he’s killing his:</p>
<p>He sees another on a French man flye,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Whilst he’s demanding what the Garboyle meanes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>That tender heart whose chance it was to haue,</p>
<p>Some one, that day who did much valour showe,</p>
<p>Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue:</p>
<p>But equall Lots had Fate pleas’d to bestowe:</p>
<p>He who his prisoner willingly would saue,</p>
<p>Lastly constrain’d to giue the deadly blowe</p>
<p class = "indent">
That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Turning his face, full bitterly doth weepe.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">90</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Ten thousand French that inwardly were well,</p>
<p>Saue some light hurts that any man might heale:</p>
<p>Euen at an instant, in a minute fell,</p>
<p>And their owne friends their deathes to them to deale.</p>
<p>Yet of so many, very fewe could tell,</p>
<p>Nor could the English perfectly reueale,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The desperate cause of this disastrous hap,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That euen as Thunder kill’d them with a clap.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>How happy were those in the very hight,</p>
<p>Of this great Battaile, that had brauely dyde,</p>
<p>When as their boyling bosomes in the fight,</p>
<p>Felt not the sharpe steele thorough them to slide:</p>
<p>But these now in a miserable plight,</p>
<p>Must in cold blood this massacre abide,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Caus’d by those Villaines (curst aliue and dead,)</p>
<p class = "indent">
That from the field the passed morning fled.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>When as the King to Crowne this glorious day,</p>
<p>Now bids his Souldiers after all this toyle,</p>
<p>(No forces found that more might them dismay)</p>
<p>Of the dead French to take the gen’rall spoyle,</p>
<p>Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu’ry way;</p>
<p>For eu’n as Clods they cou’red all the soyle,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Commanding none should any one controle,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Catch that catch might, but each man to his dole.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>They fall to groping busily for gold,</p>
<p>Of which about them the slaine French had store,</p>
<p>They finde as much as well their hands can hold,</p>
<p>Who had but siluer, him they counted poore,</p>
<p>Scarfes, Chaines, and Bracelets, were not to be told,</p>
<p>So rich as these no Souldiers were before;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Who got a Ring would scarsly put it on,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Except therein there were some Radiant stone.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">91</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Out of rich sutes the Noblest French they strip,</p>
<p>And leaue their Bodies naked on the ground,</p>
<p>And each one fills his Knapsack or his Scrip;</p>
<p>With some rare thing that on the Field is found:</p>
<p>About his bus’nesse he doth nimbly skip,</p>
<p>That had vpon him many a cruell wound:</p>
<p class = "indent">
And where they found a French not out-right slaine,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They him a prisoner constantly retaine.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Who scarse a Shirt had but the day before,</p>
<p>Nor a whole Stocking to keepe out the cold,</p>
<p>Hath a whole Wardrop (at command in store)</p>
<p>In the French fashion flaunting it in gold,</p>
<p>And in the Tauerne, in his Cups doth rore,</p>
<p>Chocking his Crownes, and growes thereby so bold,</p>
<p class = "indent">
That proudly he a Captaines name assumes,</p>
<p class = "indent">
In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Waggons and Carts are laden till they crackt,</p>
<p>With Armes and Tents there taken in the Field;</p>
<p>For want of carridge on whose tops are packt,</p>
<p>Ensignes, Coat-Armours, Targets, Speares, and Shields:</p>
<p>Nor neede they conuoy, fearing to be sackt;</p>
<p>For all the Country to King Henry yeelds,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And the poore Pesant helpes along to beare,</p>
<p class = "indent">
What late the goods of his proud Landlord were.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:</p>
<p>For a French Crowne might any where be bought,</p>
<p>But if so be that he had any scarre,</p>
<p>Though ne’r so small, he valew’d was at naught;</p>
<p>With spoyles so sated the proud English are;</p>
<p>Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Except some rich Caparizon he found,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.</p>
</div>

<span class = "pagenum">92</span>
<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>And many a hundred beaten downe that were,</p>
<p>Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,</p>
<p>When as the English ouer-past they heare:</p>
<p>And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,</p>
<p>Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,</p>
<p>Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:</p>
<p class = "indent">
But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,</p>
<p class = "indent">
They were found dead, and buried with the rest.</p>
</div>

<div class = "verse stanza">
<p>Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,</p>
<p>And of the French who were not slaine were fled:</p>
<p>Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,</p>
<p>That had the power againe to make a head:</p>
<p>This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,</p>
<p>Thanking his God that he so well had sped,</p>
<p class = "indent">
<a class = "note" name = "line92_15" id = "line92_15" href =
"#note92_15">And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on</a>,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.</p>
</div>

<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>

<h6>FINIS.</h6>

</div>
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<div class = "page">

<span class = "pagenum">93</span>

<hr class = "mid">

<h3><a name = "camber" id = "camber">
TO MY FRINDS</a> THE CAMBER-<br>
BRITANS AND THEYR HARP.</h3>

<hr class = "mid">

</div>


<span class = "pagenum">95</span>
<h4>TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS<br>
AND THEYR HARP.</h4>

<div class = "center">
<table summary = "centered poem">
<tr><td>
<div class = "verse">
<p class = "stanza">
<span class = "firstword">Fayre</span> stood the winde for France,</p>
<p>When we our sailes aduance,</p>
<p>Nor now to proue our chance</p>
<p class = "indent">
Longer not tarry,</p>
<p>But put vnto the mayne:</p>
<p>At Kaux, the mouth of Seine,</p>
<p>With all his warlike trayne</p>
<p class = "indent">
Landed King Harry.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
And taking many a forte,</p>
<p>Furnish’d in warlike sorte,</p>
<p>Comming toward Agincourte</p>
<p class = "indent">
(In happy houre)</p>
<p>Skermishing day by day</p>
<p>With those oppose his way,</p>
<p>Whereas the Genrall laye</p>
<p class = "indent">
With all his powre.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Which in his height of pride,</p>
<p>As Henry to deride,</p>
<p>His ransome to prouide</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnto him sending;</p>
<span class = "pagenum">96</span>
<p>Which he neglects the while,</p>
<p>As from a nation vyle,</p>
<p>Yet with an angry smile</p>
<p class = "indent">
Their fall portending.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
And turning to his men,</p>
<p>Quoth famous Henry then,</p>
<p>Though they to one be ten,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Be not amazed:</p>
<p>Yet haue we well begun;</p>
<p>Battailes so brauely wonne</p>
<p>Euermore to the sonne</p>
<p class = "indent">
By fame are raysed.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
And for my selfe, (quoth hee)</p>
<p>This my full rest shall bee,</p>
<p>England nere mourne for me,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Nor more esteeme me:</p>
<p>Victor I will remaine,</p>
<p>Or on this earth be slaine;</p>
<p>Neuer shall she sustaine</p>
<p class = "indent">
Losse to redeeme me.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Poiters and Cressy tell,</p>
<p>When moste their pride did swell,</p>
<p>Vnder our swords they fell:</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ne lesse our skill is,</p>
<p>Then when our grandsyre greate,</p>
<p>Claiming the regall seate,</p>
<p>In many a warlike feate</p>
<p class = "indent">
Lop’d the French lillies.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
The Duke of Yorke soe dread</p>
<p>The eager vaward led;</p>
<p>With the maine Henry sped</p>
<p class = "indent">
Amongst his hench men.</p>
<span class = "pagenum">97</span>
<p>Excester had the rear,</p>
<p>A brauer man not there.</p>
<p>And now preparing were</p>
<p class = "indent">
For the false Frenchmen</p>

<p class = "stanza">
And ready to be gone.</p>
<p>Armour on armour shone,</p>
<p>Drum vnto drum did grone,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To hear was woonder;</p>
<p>That with the cries they make</p>
<p>The very earth did shake:</p>
<p>Trumpet to trumpet spake,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Thunder to thunder.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Well it thine age became,</p>
<p>O, noble Erpingham!</p>
<p>That didst the signall frame</p>
<p class = "indent">
Vnto the forces;</p>
<p>When from a medow by,</p>
<p>Like a storme, sodainely</p>
<p>The English archery</p>
<p class = "indent">
Stuck the French horses.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
The Spanish vghe so strong,</p>
<p>Arrowes a cloth-yard long,</p>
<p>That like to serpents stoong,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Piercing the wether:</p>
<p>None from his death now starts,</p>
<p>But playing manly parts,</p>
<p>And like true English harts</p>
<p class = "indent">
Stuck close together.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
When down theyr bowes they threw,</p>
<p>And foorth theyr bilbowes drewe,</p>
<p>And on the French they flew,</p>
<p class = "indent">
No man was tardy.</p>
<span class = "pagenum">98</span>
<p>Arms from the shoulders sent,</p>
<p>Scalpes to the teeth were rent;</p>
<p>Downe the French pesants went</p>
<p class = "indent">
These were men hardye.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
When now that noble King,</p>
<p>His broade sword brandishing,</p>
<p>Into the hoast did fling,</p>
<p class = "indent">
As to or’whelme it;</p>
<p>Who many a deep wound lent,</p>
<p>His armes with blood besprent,</p>
<p>And many a cruell dent</p>
<p class = "indent">
Brused his helmett.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Glo’ster that Duke so good,</p>
<p>Next of the royall blood,</p>
<p>For famous England stood</p>
<p class = "indent">
With his braue brother:</p>
<p>Clarence in steele most bright,</p>
<p>That yet a maiden knighte,</p>
<p>Yet in this furious fighte</p>
<p class = "indent">
Scarce such an other.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Warwick in bloode did wade,</p>
<p>Oxford the foes inuade,</p>
<p>And cruel slaughter made</p>
<p class = "indent">
Still as they ran vp:</p>
<p>Suffolk his axe did ply,</p>
<p>Beaumont and Willoughby</p>
<p>Bare them right doughtyly,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ferrers and Fanhope.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
On happy Cryspin day</p>
<p>Fought was this noble fray,</p>
<p>Which fame did not delay</p>
<p class = "indent">
To England to carry.</p>
<span class = "pagenum">99</span>
<p>O! when shall Englishmen</p>
<p>With such acts fill a pen,</p>
<p>Or England breed agen</p>
<p class = "indent">
Such a King Harry?</p>
</div>
</td></tr>
</table>
</div>


<div class = "page">

<span class = "pagenum">101</span>

<hr class = "mid">

<h3><a name = "notes" id = "notes">
ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.</a></h3>

<hr class = "mid">

</div>

<div class = "notes">

<span class = "pagenum">103</span>
<h4>ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES.</h4>

<p><a name = "note14_3" id = "note14_3" href = "#line14_3"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 3.</a> “<i>Monarchesse.</i>”&mdash;This
stately word ought to be revived; it is fully as legitimate as
<i>abbess</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note14_9" id = "note14_9" href = "#line14_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 9.</a> “<i>A Parliament is
calld.</i>”&mdash;It met at Leicester on April 30th, 1414. Negotiations
for a treaty with France had been opened on January 21st preceding. “The
first indication of a claim to the crown of France,” says Sir Harris
Nicolas (“History of the Battle of Agincourt”), “is a commission to the
Bishop of Durham and others, dated on the 31st of May, 1414, by which
they were instructed to negotiate the restitution of such of their
sovereign’s rights as were withheld by Charles.”</p>

<p><a name = "note14_17" id = "note14_17" href = "#line14_17"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 17.</a> “<i>In which one Bill
(mongst many) there was red.</i>”&mdash;“Many petitions moved,” says
Holinshed, “were for that time deferred: amongst whyche one was that a
bill exhibited in the Parliament holden at Westminstre in the eleventh
year of King Henry the fourth, might now with good deliberation be
pondered, and brought to some good conclusion. The effect of which
supplication was that the temporall landes devoutely given, and
disordinately spent by religious and other spirituall persons, should be
seased into the Kyngs hands, sithence the same might suffice to
maintayne to the honor of the King and defence of the realme fifteene
Erles, fifteene&nbsp;C. Knightes, six&nbsp;M. two Esquiers, and
a&nbsp;C. almes houses for reliefe only of the poor, impotente, and
needie persones, and the King to have cleerely to his cofers twentie M.
poundes.” Shakespeare (“Henry&nbsp;V.,” act&nbsp;i., sc.&nbsp;1)
versifies this passage with the remarkable deviation of making the
surplus remaining to
<span class = "pagenum">104</span>
the Crown one thousand pounds instead of twenty thousand pounds.</p>

<p><a name = "note14_23" id = "note14_23" href = "#line14_23"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 14, l. 23.</a> “<i>Which made those
Church-men generally to feare.</i>”&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“<i>Cant</i>. If it pass against us</p>
<p>We lose the better half of our possession.</p>
<p><i>Ely</i>. This would drink deep.</p>
<p><i>Cant</i>. ’Twould drink the cup and all.”</p>

<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act i., sc. 1.</p>
</div>

<p>Though Henry did not touch the property of the English Church, he
appropriated the revenues of one hundred and ten priories held by
aliens, and made no restitution.</p>

<p><a name = "note15_32" id = "note15_32" href = "#line15_32"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 15, l. 32.</a> “<i>Thus frames his
speech.</i>”&mdash;“There is no record of any speech made by Chicheley
at this parliament; we search for it in vain in the rolls of parliament,
and in the history of the Privy Council.”&mdash;Dean Hook, who adds in a
note, “No notice would have been taken of what was meant by Hall for a
display of his own rhetoric, if such splendid use of it had not been
made by Shakespeare in the first scene of ‘Henry V.’” Drayton’s version
of the speech departs almost entirely from that given by the
chroniclers, who make Chicheley, as no doubt he would have done, dwell
at great length upon Henry’s alleged claim to the crown of France, and
omit all topics unbefitting a man of peace. Drayton greatly curtails
Chicheley’s legal arguments, and makes him talk like a warrior and a
statesman. Shakespeare has shown his usual exquisite judgment by
following Holinshed closely as regards the matter of Chicheley’s formal
harangue, and relegating his exhortation to Henry to follow the example
of the Black Prince to a separate discourse, marked off from the first
by the king’s interruption. Drayton has also missed an opportunity in
omitting Henry’s impressive appeal to the archbishop to advise him
conscientiously in the matter, by which Shakespeare has set his hero’s
character in the most favourable point of view from the very first.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">105</span>
<p><a name = "note17_9" id = "note17_9" href = "#line17_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 17, l. 9.</a> “<i>Beame.</i>”&mdash;Bohemia.</p>

<p><a name = "note19_13" id = "note19_13" href = "#line19_13"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 19, ll. 13, 14.</a> “<i>And for they
knew, the French did still abet The Scot against vs.</i>”&mdash;The
discussion between Westmorland and Exeter on the expediency of first
attacking Scotland is found in Holinshed. In the rude old play, “The
Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth,” on which Shakespeare founded his
“Henry IV.” and “Henry V.,” the argument for attacking Scotland first is
put into the mouth of the Archbishop of Canterbury. Shakespeare’s noble
expansion of this scene from the hints of his artless predecessor and of
the chroniclers is one of the most signal proofs of the superiority of
his genius.</p>

<p><a name = "note20_1" id = "note20_1" href = "#line20_1"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 20, l. 1.</a> “<i>And instantly an Embassy is
sent.</i>”&mdash;Of the letters written by Henry on this occasion, Sir
Harris Nicolas remarks in his standard work on the Battle of Agincourt,
“Their most striking features are falsehood, hypocrisy, and impiety.”
Being so bad, they are naturally attributed by him to the much maligned
Cardinal Beaufort. It is admitted that “in some places they approach
nearly to eloquence, and they are throughout clear, nervous, and
impressive.” They are defended at great length by Mr. Tyler, in his
“Life of Henry V.”</p>

<p><a name = "note20_20" id = "note20_20" href = "#line20_20"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 20, l. 20.</a> “<i>A Tunne of Paris
Tennis balls him sent.</i>”&mdash;This incident, so famous from the use
made of it by Shakespeare, is in all probability historical, being
mentioned by Thomas Otterbourne, a&nbsp;contemporary writer, and in an
inedited MS. chronicle of the same date. These are quoted by Sir Harris
Nicolas and in Mr. Julian Marshall’s erudite “Annals of Tennis” (London,
1878). Its being omitted by other contemporaries is no strong argument
against its authenticity. Drayton follows Shakespeare and the chronicler
Hall in writing <i>tunne</i>. Holinshed uses the less poetical term
<i>barrel</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note20_28" id = "note20_28" href = "#line20_28"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 20, ll. 28&ndash;32.</a>&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse ital">
<p>“I’le send him Balls and Rackets if I liue</p>
<p>That they such Racket shall in Paris see,</p>
<p>When ouer lyne with Bandies I shall driue,</p>
<span class = "pagenum">106</span>
<p>As that before the Set be fully done,</p>
<p>France may (perhaps) into the Hazard runne.”</p>
</div>

<p>On these lines Mr. Julian Marshall observes: “This passage is
remarkable, as offering one of the first examples of the double sense of
<i>racket</i>, meaning hubbub as well as the implement used in tennis;
and also as showing the early use of the word <i>bandy</i>, which we
shall find recurring later in the history of the game.” None of the
historians who have related the incident mention the pointed reply to
the Dauphin put into Henry’s mouth by Shakespeare, that he would “strike
his father’s crown into the hazard.” The old playwright on whose
foundation Shakespeare built merely says, “Tel him that in stead of
balles of leather we wil tosse him balles of brasse and yron.” Drayton
must consequently have borrowed the term from Shakespeare, which is a
pretty conclusive proof of his having read “Henry V.” as well as
witnessed its performance. Regarding Shakespeare’s justification for the
technical terms used by him, Mr. Marshall judiciously remarks: “It is
certain that tennis was played and that rackets were used in the time of
Henry V.; but whether chases were marked and a hazard invented, and to
which of our hazards that hazard would answer, are questions which we
cannot solve, and which doubtless never troubled ‘sweet Will’ for one
single moment.”</p>

<p>Sir Harris Nicolas prints in his appendix a ballad on the story of
the tennis balls, “obligingly communicated by Bertram Mitford, of
Mitford Castle, in Northumberland, Esquire, who wrote it from the
dictation of a very aged relative.” He also gives another version, from
what source derived is not stated. The Roxburghe collection of ballads
at the British Museum contains yet a third version, which, as it differs
in many respects from the other two, is printed as an appendix to these
Notes. Judging from the type, the date of the Museum broadside would
appear to be about 1750, and the piece itself can hardly be earlier than
the eighteenth century.</p>

<p><a name = "note21_18" id = "note21_18" href = "#line21_18"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 18.</a>
“<i>Iacks.</i>”&mdash;Machines for planing metal.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">107</span>
<p><a name = "note21_19" id = "note21_19" href = "#line21_19"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 19.</a> “<i>An olde
Fox.</i>”&mdash;Sword, so called, it is said, from the figure of a fox
anciently engraved upon the blade; or, as Nares suggests, from the name
of some celebrated cutler. “Thou diest on point of fox” (Shakespeare,
“Henry&nbsp;V.,” act&nbsp;iv., sc.&nbsp;4).</p>

<p><a name = "note21_23" id = "note21_23" href = "#line21_23"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 21, l. 23.</a>
“<i>Fletcher.</i>”&mdash;An arrow-maker (<i>fléchier</i>), with which
trade the manufacture of bows, properly the business of the
<i>bowyer</i>, was naturally combined. The frequency of the name in our
own day might be alleged in proof of the ancient importance of the
industry, but in most cases it is probably derived from <i>flesher</i>,
a&nbsp;butcher.</p>

<p><a name = "note22_1" id = "note22_1" href = "#line22_1"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 22, l. 1.</a> “<i>The Light-horse and the
Bard.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;<i>barded</i> horse (French <i>bardelle</i>,
a&nbsp;pack-saddle) is one with the body entirely covered with armour.
“For he was <i>barded</i> from counter to tail” (“Lay of the Last
Minstrel”).</p>

<p><a name = "note23_17" id = "note23_17" href = "#line23_17"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 23, l. 17.</a> “<i>The scarlet Iudge
might now set vp his Mule.</i>”&mdash;“Judges and serjeants rode to
Westminster Hall on mules; whence it is said of a young man studying the
law, ‘I see he was never born to ride upon a <i>moyle</i>’ (‘Every Man
out of his Humour,’ ii.&nbsp;3); that is, he will never be eminent in
his profession” (Nares). It is an odd example of the mutations of
ordinary speech that if we now heard of a judge setting up a mule, we
should understand the exact contrary of what was understood by Drayton.
A&nbsp;modern writer would more probably have said, set <i>down</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note23_25" id = "note23_25" href = "#line23_25"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 23, l. 25.</a> “<i>By this, the Counsell
of this Warre had met.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;curious echo of Spenser: “By
this the northern waggoner had set.”</p>

<p><a name = "note24_16" id = "note24_16" href = "#line24_16"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 16.</a>
“<i>Sleeue.</i>”&mdash;Entirely obsolete in English, but France still
knows the Channel as <i>La Manche</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note24_19" id = "note24_19" href = "#line24_19"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 19.</a> “<i>Scripts of
Mart.</i>”&mdash;Letters of marque. “<i>Mart</i>, originally for
<i>Mars</i>. It was probably this use of <i>mart</i> that led so many
authors to use letters of mart, instead of marque, supposing it to mean
<i>letters of war</i>. Under this persuasion Drayton put ‘script of
mart’ as equivalent” (Nares).</p>

<span class = "pagenum">108</span>
<p><a name = "note24_22" id = "note24_22" href = "#line24_22"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 22.</a>
“<i>Deepe.</i>”&mdash;Dieppe.</p>

<p><a name = "note24_28" id = "note24_28" href = "#line24_28"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 24, l. 28.</a> “<i>Like the huge Ruck
from Gillingham that flewe.</i>”&mdash;It seems remarkable to meet with
the <i>roc</i> of the “Arabian Nights” in English so long before the
existence of any translation. The word, however, occurs in Bishop Hall’s
“Satires,” thirty years before Drayton. It probably came into our
language from the Italian, being first used by Marco Polo, who says
(part iii., chap. 35): “To return to the griffon; the people of the
island do not know it by that name, but call it always <i>ruc</i>; but
we, from their extraordinary size, certainly conclude them to be
griffons.”</p>

<p><a name = "note25_2" id = "note25_2" href = "#line25_2"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 25, l. 2.</a> “<i>Stoad.</i>”&mdash;Not found in
the dictionaries, but apparently equivalent to <i>stowage</i>, and hence
in this place to <i>cargo</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note25_5" id = "note25_5" href = "#line25_5"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 25, ll. 5, 6.</a> “<i>Straitly commanded by the
Admirall, At the same Port to settle their aboad.</i>”&mdash;“On the
11th of April, 1415, Nicholas Mauduyt, serjeant-at-arms, was commanded
to arrest all ships and other vessels carrying twenty tons or more,
<i>as well belonging to this kingdom as to other countries</i>, which
were then in the river Thames, and in other sea-ports of the realm as
far as Newcastle-upon-Tyne, or which might arrive there before the 1st
of May, and the said vessels were to be at the ports of Southampton,
London, or Winchelsea by the 8th of May at the latest” (Sir Harris
Nicolas).</p>

<p><a name = "note25_28" id = "note25_28" href = "#line25_28"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 25, l. 28.</a> “<i>Bay of Portugall</i>”
= Bay of Biscay.</p>

<p><a name = "note26_14" id = "note26_14" href = "#line26_14"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 26, l. 14.</a>
“<i>Pruce.</i>”&mdash;Prussia.</p>

<p><a name = "note26_23" id = "note26_23" href = "#line26_23"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 26, l. 23.</a>
“<i>Flee-boats.</i>”&mdash;Flyboats, Fr. <i>flibots</i>, which affords a
more probable etymology than <i>freebooter</i> for <i>flibustier</i> and
<i>filibuster</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note27_17" id = "note27_17" href = "#line27_17"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 27, ll. 17, 18.</a> “<i>From Holland,
Zeland, and from Flanders wonne By weekely pay, threescore twelue
Bottoms came.</i>”&mdash;“It was one of the earliest measures to secure
shipping from Holland” (Nicolas). The total number of ships enumerated
by Drayton as joining in the rendezvous at Southampton is one hundred
and seventy-eight, the foreign hired vessels included.
A&nbsp;contemporary authority
<span class = "pagenum">109</span>
quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas makes it three hundred and twenty, made up
by contingents from the neighbouring havens to between twelve and
fourteen hundred. According to the list published by Sir Harris Nicolas,
the number of effective fighting men did not exceed ten thousand five
hundred, though there were probably as many more attendants and
camp-followers.</p>

<p><a name = "note27_31" id = "note27_31" href = "#line27_31"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 27, l. 31.</a> “<i>The acclamation of
the presse.</i>”&mdash;Might be said in our time of any popular war, but
in how different a sense!</p>

<p><a name = "note28_1" id = "note28_1" href = "#line28_1"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 28, l. 1.</a>&mdash;This and the following
stanza are quoted by Sir Harris Nicolas with just admiration. In fact,
Drayton’s description of the marshalling and departure of the expedition
are the best part of his poem.</p>

<p><a name = "note29_4" id = "note29_4" href = "#line29_4"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 29, ll. 4&ndash;6.</a> “<i>In Ensignes there,
Some wore the Armes of their most ancient Towne, Others againe their
owne Diuises beare.</i>”&mdash;The catalogue which follows is entirely
in the spirit of Italian romantic poetry, and may be especially compared
with that of Agramante’s allies and their insignia in the “Orlando
Innamorato.” In many instances the device, as Drayton says, represents
the escutcheon of some town within the county; in others he seems to
have been indebted to his imagination, though endeavouring not
unsuccessfully to adduce some reason for his choice.</p>

<p><a name = "note30_11" id = "note30_11" href = "#line30_11"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 30, l. 11.</a>
“<i>Brack.</i>”&mdash;Brine.</p>

<p><a name = "note30_20" id = "note30_20" href = "#line30_20"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 30, l. 20.</a> “<i>Lyam.</i>”&mdash;A
band or thong by which to lead a hound; hence <i>lyme-hound</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note31_3" id = "note31_3" href = "#line31_3"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 31, l. 3.</a> “<i>A Golden Fleece and Hereford
doth weare.</i>”&mdash;Grammar requires this line to begin <i>And
Hereford</i>. Awkward dislocations, however, are not infrequent in
Drayton.</p>

<p><a name = "note31_6" id = "note31_6" href = "#line31_6"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 31, l. 6.</a> “<i>The Shiere whose surface seems
most brute.</i>”&mdash;George Eliot, like Drayton a native of fertile
Warwickshire, entitles the neighbouring county <i>Stonyshire</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note33_17" id = "note33_17" href = "#line33_17"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 33, l. 17.</a> “<i>The Fleet then
full,</i>” <i>etc.</i>&mdash;Compare this fine stanza, which might have
been written by one
<span class = "pagenum">110</span>
who had never been on shipboard, with the still more poetical and at the
same time intensely realistic one of Shakespeare (“Henry V.,” act iii.,
prologue), which proves that he must have been at sea on some
occasion:</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“Play with your fancies, and in them behold</p>
<p>Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;</p>
<p>Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give</p>
<p>To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,</p>
<p>Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,</p>
<p>Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea.”</p>
</div>

<p><a name = "note34_9" id = "note34_9" href = "#line34_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 34, ll. 9, 10.</a> “<i>Long Boates with Scouts
are put to land before, Vpon light Naggs the Countrey to
discry.</i>”&mdash;“Before day-break the next morning, Wednesday the
14th of August, John Holland, Earl of Huntingdon, Sir Gilbert
Umfreville, and Sir John Cornwall, were sent with a party of cavalry to
reconnoitre Harfleur and its vicinity, with the view of selecting a
proper situation for the encampment of the army” (Sir Harris
Nicolas).</p>

<p><a name = "note35_1" id = "note35_1" href = "#line35_1"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 35, l. 1.</a> “<i>To the high’st earth whilst
awfull Henry gets.</i>”&mdash;<i>Whilst</i> must here be taken as =
<i>meanwhile</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note35_3" id = "note35_3" href = "#line35_3"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 35, l. 3.</a> “<i>With sprightly words</i>”
<i>etc.</i>&mdash;The confusion in this line is evidently due to the
printer. Drayton must have written: “And thus with sprightly words,”
etc.</p>

<p><a name = "note35_9" id = "note35_9" href = "#line35_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 35, l. 9.</a> “<i>He first of all
proclaim’d.</i>”&mdash;<ins class = "correction" title = "open quote missing">“</ins>A&nbsp;proclamation was issued forbidding under pain of
death a repetition of some excesses which had been committed, and
commanding that henceforth the houses should not be set on fire, or the
churches or other sacred places violated, and that the persons of women
and priests should be held sacred” (Sir Harris Nicolas). Holinshed adds,
“or to any suche as should be founde withoute weapon or armor, and not
ready to make resistance.”</p>

<p><a name = "note36_30" id = "note36_30" href = "#line36_30"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 36, l. 30.</a> “<i>Shee so instructed is
by Natures Lawes.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;characteristic instance of this
excellent poet’s frequent and unaccountable lapses into bathos.</p>

<p><a name = "note38_7" id = "note38_7" href = "#line38_7"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 38, l. 7.</a> “<i>Whose Mynes to the besieg’d
more mischiefe doe.</i>”&mdash;Holinshed, however, admits that the
French
<span class = "pagenum">111</span>
“with their countermining somewhat disappointed the Englishmen, and came
to fight with them hand to hand within the mynes, so that they went no
further forward with that worke.”</p>

<p><a name = "note41_30" id = "note41_30" href = "#line41_30"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 41, l. 30.</a> “<i>But on his bare feete
to the Church he came.</i>”&mdash;“He dismounted at the gate, took off
his shoes and stockings, and proceeded barefoot to the church of St.
Martin, where he gave solemn thanks to God for his success” (Sir Harris
Nicolas, quoting the French chroniclers), Holinshed mentions Henry’s
repairing to the church to offer thanks, but omits the picturesque
circumstance of his going thither barefoot, and passes over his entrance
into the town in the briefest possible manner. It is an interesting
proof of Shakespeare’s dependence upon the chronicler to find him
equally ignoring any solemn entry or prolonged sojourn:</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest,</p>
<p>To-morrow for the march are we addrest.”</p>
</div>

<p>In fact, as Drayton tells us, he remained eight days in Harfleur,
awaiting the Dauphin’s reply to his challenge, which Holinshed does not
mention. Shakespeare, Drayton, and Holinshed alike pass over the
exceedingly picturesque circumstance of the expulsion of the women and
children under escort of the English troops. Drayton only says: “Out of
the Ports all Vagrants he doth driue.”</p>

<p><a name = "note42_7" id = "note42_7" href = "#line42_7"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 42, ll. 7, 8.</a> “<i>He frankly off’reth in a
single fight, With the young Daulphine to decide his
right.</i>”&mdash;Sir Harris Nicolas remarks: “Of the personal valour
which that letter displays on the part of Henry but little can be said,
for the challenger was about twenty-seven years of age, and in the full
vigour of manhood, whilst his adversary, of whose prowess or bodily
strength there is not the slightest evidence, and who died in the
December following, had not attained his twentieth year.”</p>

<p><a name = "note43_15" id = "note43_15" href = "#line43_15"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 43, ll. 15, 16.</a> “<i>A Ford was found
to set his Army ore Which neuer had discouered beene
before.</i>”&mdash;This cannot
<span class = "pagenum">112</span>
be, for the anonymous priest to whose narrative as an eyewitness of the
campaign we are so deeply indebted, says, “The approach was by two long
but narrow causeways, which the French had before warily broken through
the middle” (Nicolas, p. 233).</p>

<p><a name = "note44_1" id = "note44_1" href = "#line44_1"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 44, l. 1.</a> “<i>Therfore they both in solemne
Counsaile satt.</i>”&mdash;This council was held on October 20th, five
days before Agincourt. “The opinions of the different members,” says Sir
Harris Nicolas, “are very minutely given by Des Ursins.”</p>

<p><a name = "note44_2" id = "note44_2" href = "#line44_2"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 44, l. 2.</a> “<i>Britaine.</i>”&mdash;Brittany.
The Duke of Brittany, in fact, did not arrive in time to take part in
the battle.</p>

<p><a name = "note44_17" id = "note44_17" href = "#line44_17"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 44, l. 17.</a> “<i>A Route of tatter’d
Rascalls starued so.</i>”&mdash;Holinshed’s description of the condition
of the English army is most graphic: “The English men were brought into
great misery in this journey, their victuall was in maner spent, and
nowe coulde they get none: for their enemies had destroied all the corne
before they came: reste could they none take, for their enemies were
ever at hande to give them alarmes: dayly it rained, and nightly it
freesed: of fewell there was great scarsitie, but of fluxes greate
plenty: money they hadde enoughe, but of wares to bestowe it uppon for
their reliefe or comforte, hadde they little or none. And yet in this
great necessitye the poore people of the countrey were not spoiled, nor
any thyng taken of them wythout payment, neyther was any outrage or
offence done by the Englishemenne of warre, except one, whiche was, that
a folish souldiour stale a pixe out of a churche.” Shakespeare’s use of
this incident is well known.</p>

<p><a name = "note46_28" id = "note46_28" href = "#line46_28"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 46, l. 28.</a>
“<i>Spirits.</i>”&mdash;Must here be pronounced as a monosyllable, as at
p. 67, l. 18.</p>

<p><a name = "note48_6" id = "note48_6" href = "#line48_6"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 48, l. 6.</a> “<i>Till their foule noyse doth
all the ayre infest.</i>”&mdash;Drayton probably stands alone among
English poets in disliking the music of the rookery.</p>

<p><a name = "note49_15" id = "note49_15" href = "#line49_15"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 49, l. 15.</a> “<i>Quoyts, Lots, and
Dice for Englishmen to cast.</i>”&mdash;“The captaines had determined
before
<span class = "pagenum">113</span>
howe to devide the spoile, and the souldiours the night before had plaid
the englishemen at dice” (Holinshed).</p>

<p><a name = "note50_9" id = "note50_9" href = "#line50_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 50, l. 9.</a> “<i>And cast to make a Chariot for
the King.</i>”&mdash;This circumstance also is mentioned by Holinshed,
and is authenticated by the anonymous priest.</p>

<p><a name = "note50_31" id = "note50_31" href = "#line50_31"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 50, ll. 31, 32.</a> “<i>Some pointing
Stakes to stick into the ground, To guard the Bow-men.</i>”&mdash;Henry
had ordered the archers to provide themselves with stakes even before
the passage of the Somme.</p>

<p><a name = "note51_25" id = "note51_25" href = "#line51_25"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 51, l. 25.</a> “<i>King Richards wrongs,
to minde, Lord doe not call.</i>”&mdash;Drayton evidently follows
Shakespeare, but remains a long way behind:</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p class = "halfway">
“Not to-day, O Lord,</p>
<p>O, not to-day, think not upon the fault</p>
<p>My father made in compassing the crown!</p>
<p>I Richard’s body have interred new:</p>
<p>And on it have bestowed more contrite tears</p>
<p>Than from it issued forced drops of blood:</p>
<p>Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,</p>
<p>Who twice a day their withered hands hold up</p>
<p>Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built</p>
<p>Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests</p>
<p>Sing still for Richard’s soul. More will I do;</p>
<p>Though all that I can do is nothing worth,</p>
<p>Since that my penitence comes after all,</p>
<p>Imploring pardon.”</p>

<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act iv., sc. 1.</p>
</div>

<p>Shakespeare’s infinite superiority in moral delicacy, not merely to
his imitator, but to all poets except the very best, is forcibly shown
by his causing Henry to abstain from all attempts to excuse his father
and himself at the expense of Richard, so natural in the mouth of an
ordinary person, so unbecoming a hero.</p>

<p><a name = "note52_6" id = "note52_6" href = "#line52_6"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 52, ll. 6, 7.</a> “<i>When as that Angell to
whom God assign’d The guiding of the English.</i>”&mdash;This fine
passage may very probably have been in Dryden’s mind when he planned the
machinery of his unwritten epic, and in Addison’s when he penned the
famous simile of the Angel in his poem on Blenheim.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">114</span>
<p><a name = "note52_29" id = "note52_29" href = "#line52_29"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 52, ll. 29, 30.</a> “<i>Foorth that
braue King couragious Henry goes, An hower before that it was fully
light.</i>”&mdash;No personal reconnoissance on Henry’s part is
mentioned by the historians, although Sir Harris Nicolas says, on the
authority of Elmham: “About the middle of the night, before the moon
set, Henry sent persons to examine the ground, by whose report he was
better able to draw up his forces on the next day.” As the English were
the assailants, the precaution of posting the archers behind the
quickset hedge would have proved unnecessary.</p>

<p><a name = "note55_27" id = "note55_27" href = "#line55_27"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 55, l. 27.</a> “<i>His coruetting
Courser.</i>”&mdash;“A little grey horse.” He wore no spurs, probably to
show his men that he entertained no thought of flight.</p>

<p><a name = "note56_20" id = "note56_20" href = "#line56_20"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 56, l. 20.</a> “<i>To know what he would
for his Ransome pay.</i>”&mdash;This is mentioned by Holinshed, but
cannot be true, for all contemporary authorities agree that the French
sent envoys to Henry on the morning of the battle offering him a free
passage to Calais upon condition of surrendering Harfleur. This would
seem to indicate that the leaders did not fully share the confidence of
their troops.</p>

<p><a name = "note57_3" id = "note57_3" href = "#line57_3"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 57, ll. 3, 4.</a> “<i>And strongly fixe the
Diadem of France, Which to this day vnsteady doth remaine.</i>”&mdash;No
Frenchman could have said this on such an occasion. Drayton would make
for any port when in stress of rhyme.</p>

<p><a name = "note57_16" id = "note57_16" href = "#line57_16"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 57, l. 16.</a> “<i>Thus to his Souldiers
comfortably spake.</i>”&mdash;Drayton’s version of his speech in the
main agrees with Holinshed’s. Shakespeare, usually so close a follower
of Holinshed, substitutes an oration entirely of his own composition.
The beautiful lines&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“For he this day that sheds his blood with me</p>
<p>Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile</p>
<p>This day shall gentle his condition”&mdash;</p>
</div>

<p>appear to be derived from the same source as the exaggerated
statement of Archbishop Des Ursins, that on another occasion Henry
promised that his plebeian soldiers should be ennobled and invested with
collars of
<span class = "pagenum">115</span>
SS. This cannot be taken directly from Des Ursins, whose history of the
reign of Charles VI., though written in the fifteenth century, was not
published until 1614.</p>

<p><a name = "note58_9" id = "note58_9" href = "#line58_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 58, ll. 9, 10.</a> “<i>When hearing one wish all
the valiant men At home in England, with them present
were.</i>”&mdash;According to the anonymous monk, who may be fully
relied upon, the speaker was Sir Walter Hungerford. Shakespeare puts the
sentiment into the mouth of the Earl of Westmorland.</p>

<p><a name = "note59_9" id = "note59_9" href = "#line59_9"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 59, l. 9.</a> “<i>At the full Moone looke how
th’vnweldy Tide</i>” <i>etc.</i>&mdash;These lines are clearly a
reminiscence of Shakespeare’s&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p class = "halfway">“Let the brow o’erwhelm it</p>
<p>As fearfully as doth a galled rock</p>
<p>O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,</p>
<p>Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.”</p>

<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, prologue to act iii.</p>
</div>

<p><a name = "note62_21" id = "note62_21" href = "#line62_21"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 62, l. 21.</a>
“<i>Dampeir.</i>”&mdash;Chatillon, Admiral of France, was also Lord of
Dampierre. It must be by inadvertence that Sir Harris Nicolas (p. 121)
speaks of Cliquet de Brabant, whom Drayton calls Cluet, as Admiral.</p>

<p><a name = "note63_6" id = "note63_6" href = "#line63_6"><span class =
"smallcaps">Page</span> 63, l. 6.</a> “<i>Could.</i>”&mdash;Must have
been pronounced cold, as it was sometimes written. See also p. 83, l.
26.</p>

<p><a name = "note63_16" id = "note63_16" href = "#line63_16"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 63, l. 16.</a>
“<i>Cantels.</i>”&mdash;Corners (Germ. Kant); hence = morsels, though
Shakespeare speaks of “a&nbsp;monstrous cantle.”</p>

<p><a name = "note66_11" id = "note66_11" href = "#line66_11"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 66, ll. 11, 12.</a> “<i>Bespeaking them
with honourable words Themselues their prisoners freely and
confesse.</i>”&mdash;One of Drayton’s awkward inversions. The anonymous
ecclesiastic says that some of the French nobles surrendered themselves
more than ten times, and were slain after all.</p>

<p><a name = "note72_15" id = "note72_15" href = "#line72_15"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 72, l. 15.</a> “<i>In comes the King his
Brothers life to saue.</i>”&mdash;“The Duke of Gloucester, the King’s
brother, was sore wounded about the hippes, and borne down to the
ground, so that he fel backwards, with his feete towards his enemies,
whom the King bestridde, and like a
<span class = "pagenum">116</span>
brother valiantly rescued him from his enimies, and so saving his life,
caused him to be conveyed out of the fight into a place of more safetie”
(Holinshed).</p>

<p><a name = "note72_25" id = "note72_25" href = "#line72_25"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 72, ll. 25, 26.</a> “<i>Vpon the King
Alanzon prest so sore, That with a stroke,</i>” <i>etc.</i>&mdash;There
seems no contemporary authority for the single combat between Henry and
Alençon of which Shakespeare has made such ingenious use in his
management of the incident of Henry’s glove. According to one account,
Alençon struck at the King somewhat unfairly as he was stooping to aid
his brother, and smote off a piece of his crown. According to another
authority, the blow was given by one of a band of eighteen knights who
had sworn to strike the diadem from Henry’s head, or perish in the
attempt, as they all did.</p>

<p><a name = "note82_28" id = "note82_28" href = "#line82_28"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 82, l. 28.</a>
“<i>Nock.</i>”&mdash;Notch.</p>

<p><a name = "note83_16" id = "note83_16" href = "#line83_16"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 83, l. 16.</a> “<i>Tue.</i>”&mdash;Must
be pronounced as a dissyllable; but the French cry was more probably
<i>tuez</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note85_28" id = "note85_28" href = "#line85_28"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 85, l. 28.</a> “<i>Base.</i>”&mdash;Run
as at prisoners’ base. Murray’s “Dictionary” cites one example of the
use of the word in this sense, which is from Warner’s “Albion’s
England,” a&nbsp;poem read and admired by Drayton.</p>

<p><a name = "note87_27" id = "note87_27" href = "#line87_27"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 87, l. 27.</a>
“<i>Clunasse.</i>”&mdash;A&nbsp;misprint for <i>Clamasse</i>.</p>

<p><a name = "note87_27a" id = "note87_27a" href = "#line87_27"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 87, l. 27.</a> “<i>Dorpe</i>” = thorpe,
a&nbsp;word revived by Tennyson in “The Brook.”</p>

<p><a name = "note88_17" id = "note88_17" href = "#line88_17"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 88, ll. 17, 18.</a> “<i>And in his rage
he instantly commands, That euery English should his prisoner
kill.</i>”&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“I was not angry since I came to France</p>
<p>Until this instant.”</p>

<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act iv., sc. 7.</p>
</div>

<p><a name = "note92_15" id = "note92_15" href = "#line92_15"><span
class = "smallcaps">Page</span> 92, l. 15.</a> “<i>And so tow’rds
Callice brauely marching on.</i>”&mdash;This is certainly a flat
conclusion. It is surprising that Drayton made no use of the appearance
of the herald Montjoy on the field, with confession of defeat and appeal
for&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p class = "halfway">“Charitable licence,</p>
<p>That we may wander o’er this bloody field</p>
<p>To book our dead, and then to bury them.”</p>
<p class = "right"><i>Henry V.</i>, act iv., sc. 7.</p>
</div>


<span class = "pagenum">117</span>

<h5><a name = "notes_camber" id = "notes_camber">
TO MY FRINDS THE CAMBER-BRITANS</a><br>
AND THEYR HARP.</h5>

<p>It has already been observed in the Introduction that this grand
lyric gave the model for Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade.” This
latter poem appears along with “Maud,” and another piece in the same
slender volume contains unequivocal proof of the Laureate’s acquaintance
with Drayton. In the powerful poem <ins class = "correction" title =
"text has ‘en-/entitled’ at line break">entitled</ins> “Will” occur the
lines&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“Sown in a wrinkle of the <i>monstrous</i> hill,</p>
<p>The city sparkles like a grain of salt.”</p>
</div>

<p>In a passage of Song IX. of the “Polyolbion,” excerpted by Mr.
Bullen, Drayton says&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“The mightie Giant-heape so less and lesser still</p>
<p>Appeareth to the eye, untill the <i>monstrous</i> hill</p>
<p>At length shewes like a cloud; and further being cast,</p>
<p>Is out of kenning quite.”</p>
</div>

<p>The identity of epithet might possibly be accidental, but the
resemblance extends to the entire passage.</p>

<p>A singularly beautiful stanza from Drayton’s “Barons’ Warres,” also
in Mr. Bullen’s selection, must have been unconsciously present to
Shelley’s mind when he wrote in “The Witch of Atlas”&mdash;</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece</p>
<p class = "indent">
Of sandal wood, rare gems, and cinnamon.</p>
<p>Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is;</p>
<p class = "indent">
Each flame of it is as a precious stone</p>
<p>Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this</p>
<p class = "indent">
Belongs to each and all who gaze thereon.”</p>
</div>

<p>Drayton writes:</p>

<div class = "verse">
<p>“The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume</p>
<p class = "indent">
Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,</p>
<p>As every thing did to it selfe assume</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Sent from them and made the same their owne</p>
<span class = "pagenum">118</span>
<p>So that the painted Flowres within the Roome</p>
<p class = "indent">
Were sweet, as if they naturally had growne;</p>
<p>The Light gave Colours, which upon them fell,</p>
<p>And to the Colours the Perfume gave smell.”</p>
</div>

<p>A still stronger proof of the extent to which Shelley had
unconsciously imbibed the spirit of Drayton is afforded by a comparison
of the noble speech of Fame in “The tragicall legend of Robert Duke of
Normandie” (Bullen, pp. 25, 27) with Shelley’s still finer “Hymn of
Apollo.” There is hardly any instance of direct verbal resemblance; but
the metre, the strain of sentiment, the oratorical pose, the mental and
moral attitude of the two poems are so much alike as to justify the
assertion that the younger owes its form and much of its spirit to the
older.</p>

</div>
<!-- end div notes -->


<p>The following is the Roxburghe version of the ballad of the Dauphin’s
present of tennis-balls, mentioned at p. 106:&mdash;</p>

<h5>KING HENRY V. HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE,</h5>
<h6>IN REVENGE FOR THE AFFRONT OFFERED BY THE FRENCH KING;<br>
IN SENDING HIM (INSTEAD OF THE TRIBUTE) A TON OF TENNIS-BALLS.</h6>

<div class = "center">
<table summary = "centered poem">
<tr><td>
<div class = "verse">
<p class = "stanza">
As our King lay musing on his bed,</p>
<p class = "indent">
He bethought himself upon a time,</p>
<p>Of a tribute that was due from France,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Had not been paid for so long a time.</p>
<p class = "halfway">Fal, lal, etc.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
He called for his lovely page,</p>
<p class = "indent">
His lovely page then called he;</p>
<p>Saying, You must go to the King of France,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">119</span>

<p class = "stanza">
O then went away this lovely page,</p>
<p class = "indent">
This lovely page then away went he;</p>
<p>Low he came to the King of France,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And then fell down on his bended knee.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
My master greets you, worthy sir,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,</p>
<p>That you will send his tribute home,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Or in French land you soon him will see.</p>
<p class = "halfway">Fal, lal, etc.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Your master’s young and of tender years,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Not fit to come into my degree,</p>
<p>And I will send him three Tennis-Balls</p>
<p class = "indent">
That with them he may learn to play.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
O then returned this lovely page,</p>
<p class = "indent">
This lovely page then returned he,</p>
<p>And when he came to our gracious King,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Low he fell <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘dowh’">down</ins> on his bended knee.</p>

<p class = "stanza halfway">
[A line cut off.]</p>
<p class = "indent">
What is the news you have brought to me?</p>
<p>I have brought such news from the King of France</p>
<p class = "indent">
That he and you will ne’er agree.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
He says, You’re young and of tender years,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Not fit to come to his degree;</p>
<p>And he will send you three Tennis-Balls</p>
<p class = "indent">
That with them you may learn to play.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And Derby Hills that are so free;</p>
<p>No marry’d man, or widow’s son,</p>
<p class = "indent">
For no widow’s curse shall go with me.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And Derby Hills that are so free;</p>
<p>No marry’d man, nor no widow’s son,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Yet there was a jovial bold company.</p>

<span class = "pagenum">120</span>

<p class = "stanza">
O then we march’d into the French land</p>
<p class = "indent">
With drums and trumpets so merrily;</p>
<p>And then bespoke the King of France,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
The first shot that the Frenchmen gave</p>
<p class = "indent">
They kill’d our Englishmen so free,</p>
<p>We kill’d ten thousand of the French,</p>
<p class = "indent">
And the rest of them they run away.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
And then we marched to Paris gates,</p>
<p class = "indent">
With drums and trumpets so merrily,</p>
<p>O then bespoke the King of France,</p>
<p class = "indent">
The Lord have mercy on my men and me.</p>

<p class = "stanza">
O I will send him his tribute home,</p>
<p class = "indent">
Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,</p>
<p>And the finest flower that is in all France,</p>
<p class = "indent">
To the Rose of England I will give free.</p>
</div>
</td></tr>
</table>
</div>

<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>

<hr>

<h6>CHISWICK PRESS:&mdash;C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY
LANE.</h6>


<div class = "endnote">

<h5><a name = "woodcut_text" id = "woodcut_text" href = "#woodcut">
Text of Woodcut</a></h5>

<p class = "center">Around picture:</p>

<p>EFFIGIES MICHAELIS DRAYTON ARMIGERI, POETÆ CLARISS.<br>
ÆTAT. SVÆ L. A. CHR. <ins class = "correction" title =
"1613">ↀ.DC.XIII</ins></p>

<p class = "center">Below picture:</p>

<div class = "verse ital">
<p>Lux Hareshulla tibi Warwici villa, tenebris,</p>
<p class = "indent">Ante tuas Cunas, obsita Prima fuit.</p>
<p>Arma, Viros, Veneres, Patriam modulamine dixti:</p>
<p class = "indent">Te Patriæ resonant Arma, Viri, Veneres.</p>
</div>

<h5><a name = "title_text" id = "title_text" href = "#titlepage">
Text of Title Page</a></h5>

<table class = "titlepage" summary = "text with border">
<tr><td>
<h3><span class = "smaller">THE</span><br>
BATTAILE<br>
<span class = "smaller">OF</span><br>
AGINCOVRT.</h3>

<p><span class = "extended">FOVGHT&nbsp; BY&nbsp; <span class =
"smallcaps">Henry</span>&nbsp; THE</span><br>
fift of that name, King of <i>England</i>, against the whole power of
the <i>French</i>: vnder the Raigne of their <span class =
"smallcaps">Charles</span> the sixt, <i>Anno Dom.</i> 1415.</p>

<p>The Miseries of Queene <span class = "smallcaps">Margarite</span>,
the infortunate VVife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt.</p>

<p><span class = "smallcaps">Nimphidia</span>, the Court of
<i>Fayrie</i>.</p>

<p>The Quest of <span class = "smallcaps">Cinthia</span>.</p>

<p>The Shepheards <span class = "smallcaps">Sirena</span>.</p>

<p>The <i>Moone-Calfe</i>.</p>

<p>Elegies vpon sundry occasions.</p>

<hr>

<p class = "center">
<i>By <span class = "smallcaps">Michaell Drayton</span><br>
Esquire</i>.</p>

<hr>

<h6><i>LONDON</i>,<br>
Printed for <span class = "smallcaps">William Lee</span>, at the Turkes
Head<br>
<span class = "smaller">
in Fleete-Streete, next to the Miter and <ins class = "correction" title
= "text unchanged">Phænix</ins>.</span><br>
1627.</h6>

</td></tr>
</table>

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