Their multitude could not amaze my minde, Their bloudie weapons did not make me shrink; True valour hath his constancie assignde, The eagle at the sunne will never winke; Amongst their troupes, incenst with mortall hate, I did arest Wat Tiler on the pate. The stroke was given with so good a will, I made the rebell coutch unto the earth; His fellows that beheld (’tis strange) were still; It mar’d the manner of their former mirth; I left him not, but, ere I did depart, I stab’d my dagger to his damned heart.” Second, Henry Picard, or Pilchard, who entertained the four kings of England, Scotland, France, and Cyprus, with the Black Prince (p. 445):— “When Edward triumpht for his victories, And held three crownes within his conquering hand, He brought rich trophies from his enemies, That were erected in this happie land; We all rejoyc’d and gave our God the praise, That was the authour of those fortunate dayes. And as from Dover, with the prince his sonne, The king of Cypres, France, and Scots, did passe, All captive prisoners to this mightie one, Five thousand men and I the leader was; All well prepared as to defend a fort; Went forth to welcome him in martiall sort. The riches of our armour, and the cost, Each one bestows in honour of that day, Were here to be exprest but labour lost; Silke coates and chaines of golde bare little sway; And thus we marcht accepted of our king To whom our comming seem’d a gracious thing. But when the citie pearde within our sights, I carv’d a boune submisse upon my knee; To have his grace, those kings, with earles and knights, A day or two to banquet it with me; The king admirde, yet thankfully replide, ‘Unto my house both I and these will ride.’” Third, William Sevenoake, who went over to France with Henry V. as a lad just out of his apprenticeship, and there fought with the Dauphin (p. 447):— “The Dolphyne then of France, a comelie knight, Disguised, came by chaunce into a place, Where I, well wearied with the heate of fight, Had layd me downe, for warre had ceast his chace; And with reproachful words, as layzie swaine He did salute me, ere I long had layne. I, knowing that he was mine enemie, A bragging French-man (for we tearm’d them so) Ill brookt the proud disgrace he gave to me And therefore, lent the Dolphyne such a blowe, As warm’d his courage well to lay about, Till he was breathlesse, though he were so stout. At last the noble prince did aske my name, My birth, my calling, and my fortunes past; With admiration he did heare the same, And so a bagge of crownes to me he cast; And when he went away, he saide to mee, ‘Sevenoake, be prowd, the Dolphyne fought with thee.’”