yan Battalion breake:
And for my selfe I neuer will retire,
Vntill our Teene vpon the French we wreake:
Or in this our last enterprise expire:
This spoke, their Gauntlets each doth other giue,
And to the Charge as fast as they could driue.

[Stanza 207]

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

[Stanza 208: _A Simily of the apparance of the Battell._]

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

[Stanza 209]

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

[Stanza 210]

The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,
And those fewe left them ready still to route,
Hauing great skill, and no lesse courage showne;
Yet of their safeties much began to doubt,
For hauing fewe about them of their owne,
And by the English so impal'd about,
Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld,
Or else abide the fury of the field.

[Stanza 211: _The Duke of Burbon and Orleance taken prisoners._]

They put themselues on those victorious Lords,
Who led the Vanguard with so good successe,
Bespeaking them with honourable words,
Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse,
Who by the strength of their commanding swords,
Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring presse,
By Suffolks ayde till they away were sent,
Who with a Guard conuay'd them to his Tent.

[Stanza 212]

When as their Souldiers to eschew the sack,
Gainst their owne Battell bearing in their flig