He sent me woord, my yfs and ands were vaine, And that he knewe the driftes of my delay, For which he sayde he woulde yet once agayne Make trial, who shoulde beare the crowne away: If I would yeelde, he sayd his men should stay, If not, he then was present presently, To trye the cause by _Mars_ his crueltie. 13. Which when I hearde, and sawe him march amayne, His trumpets did defy me to my face, In hast I did appoynt my very trayne, And souldier-like I al my men did place, I neuer sude, nor prayde, nor gapte for grace: For hauing plaste my men in battayle ray, [Myne ancient bearer did my armes display.[1261] 14. The battayle, vanard, and the rerewarde, Were plaste in frunte, that men might fyght at wyll, The forelorne hope of bowmen I preparde, In skirmishing who had the perfect skil: With archers eke I did the winges fulfyl, To rescue them my men at armes were prest, Then thus my speech amongst them I exprest.] 15. “My mates, in armes see here the last assault, Winne now the fielde, and be you euer blest: This bastarde base borne duke, shal be exalt Himselfe so high? giue eare vnto my hest, This day no doubt we shall haue quiet rest: For good successe shal set vs free from feare, Or hateful happe shal bring vs to our beare. 16. “Euen here at hand his power doth appeare, March forth my men, we must no longer stay, Let euery man abandon faynting feare, And I as guyde wyl lead you on your way: Euen I my selfe the formost in the fray, Wyl teach you how you shal abate his pride: Fight, fight my men, Sainct _George_[1262] shal be your guide.” 17. His cros-bowe men my archers did assayle With three to one, yet were they al to weake: And when his forlorne hope could not preuayle, Them to assist his horsemen out did breake, Three troopes I sent on them the wrath to wreake, And by and by the battayles both did ioyne, With many a thrust, and many a bloudie foyne. 18. Of three mayne battayles he his armie made, I had but one, and one did deale with three: Of which the first by me were quite dismayde, The other two they did discomfort me, Not yeelding, but in yeelding blowes we bee (With losse of life) constrayn’d at last to yeelde The crowne, the kingdome, and the foughten feelde. 19.