e ioyes,
They bid the Bells to ring, and people crie,
Before the Battaile, France and Victorie.

[Stanza 148]

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

[Stanza 149]

The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles,
Not dar'd by doubt, and lesse appaul'd with dread
Of their Arm'd Pykes, some sharpning are the pyles,
The Archer grinding his barb'd Arrow head:
Their Bills and Blades, some whetting are with Files:
And some their Armours strongly Riueted:
Some pointing Stakes to stick into the ground,
To guard the Bow-men, and their Horse to wound.

[Stanza 150: _The Ryot in the French Campe the night before the
Battell._]

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

[Stanza 151]

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

[Stanza 152: _Pondering in his thoughts, his Fathers comming to the
Crowne by deposing the rightfull King._]

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

[Stanza 153: _Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken
vp, where it was meanely buried at Langley, and to be layde in
Westminster by his first Wife Queene Anne._]