Which thus ere long befell, to this a while giue eare: When _Arthur_ earle of _Richmond_ to S. _Iaques_ came _De Beuuron_, where my selfe and other captaynes were, Which had repared well and fortefide the same, Wee made him flye, to his immortall shame: Euen thus to him and forty thousand moe, Fiue hundreth English gaue the ouerthroe. 19. Long while hee battery layde agaynst the wall, Thereby to make a breatche for them to enter in: But well perceiuing still his shot to profite small, And that wee weyde not of his powre a pinne, On euery side afreshe hee did th’assault begin: Yet wee so bare them off, and beate them downe, They durst not seaze or enter on the towne. 20. But wearied with the seige and sault, they pausde a while, Consulting what were best, and so did wee likewise: They founde the feate, they thought should surely vs beguile, And in an euening came t’accomplish th’enterprise: A sharp assaulte they gaue: alarme my mates, wee rise: On both the sides they scalde, the forte to gayne, But from the scales and walles wee flang them downe amayne. 21. It was my charge that time to keepe a bulwarke bace, Where _Bretons_ came along to enter by a streit: ’Twas in a bottome lowe, a pond was by the place, By which they needes must passe vp to a posterne gate: I meant to make them fishe the poole without a bayt, Protesting ere they there should get the wall Wee would as English dye, or gieue our foes the fall. 22. The trompets sound tan tara, tan tan tara right, The guns were shot founce-founce-founce, fomp-fum, fow-powthow, The dromze went downe-dun-downe, the fluits fyt-fyte-fyt, fyte, The weapons clish-clash, and the captaynes nowe-now-nowe: With billes wee beat them downe, with shafts wee shot them throw: The gory ground did groane, the smoky shot and cryes Dimd all the ayre, and thundred through the scyes. 23. S. _Denise_, cryde the French, and Bretons _glahe-lahee_, S. _George_ the English cryde, fight-fight-fight, kill-kill-kill: “Fight-fight,” quoth I, “come on, they flee, they flee, they flee:” And there withall wee vsde a poynt of warlike scill, Wee causde the men within to crye vnto vs still: “Fight _Suffolke_, now, fight, fight, and _Salsbury_: Fight, fight, you noble earles, the Bretons flee, they flee.” 24.