The duke to bid him batayle did pretend, Yf hee coulde there encounter with him thoe: But forth agayne hee durste not come nor send, For feare hee should receiue the foyle and ouerthroe: On which the duke dislodgde, departeing _Poyssy_ froe, To _Maunte_, and _Roane_, from thence his grace did hye, T’appease the broyles of strife in _Normandy_. 75. But then the Frenche king, calling vnto mynde his losse, His charges in the seige, his bastiles trenches made, How erste wee did them thence, sans bag and bagage tosse, Eke how from seige hee durste not staye the store to lade, And how their fortunes ofte, in fighte went retrograde, How neighboures ill to _Paris_, wee of _Pontoise_ were: Hee cast asyde his Frenche and faynteing feare. 76. The rather yet, for why, _Parisiens_ ay did rayle, They sayde hee wanted courage good, hee durst not fight, Hee lackte no soldiers good, his feeble heart did fayle: “_Le Roy_ (quoth they) _du France, les Anglois point ne nuit:_ _Le Roy ne ose pas pour Pontoise faire poursuit:_ _Le Roy est Lourd, sans cueur: car peu de gens,_ _Fait nostre Roy & pais faire grande dispens_.” 77. On this king _Charles_ retournde with mighty hoste, To vindicate this great reproche and shame: And vnto _Pontoise_ gaue assaulte in poste, Full hotly, when wee feared leaste the same: Whereon, to fight agaynst him all our force wee frame, But number great at th’entry gote such hand, Wee could not forth agayne their force aband. 78. With trompets sounding, tan tan-tar’aloude The larum bell wee rong, our selues to try dispose, To make them pay the price of our distresse wee vowde, Before wee would possession got, of _Pontoise_ loze: In euery streete wee met the strength of all our foes, And made them passe by deadly dint away, Which ventured first our English mates to slay. 79. ‘Why now my frends, for England fighte,’ I cryde: ‘Yf euer English hearts your noble breasts posseste, I promise you to make them flinche, yf I may byde: Mates follow me.’ Amongst my foes I rusht before the rest: ‘O here come on,’ quoth I, ‘now fighte wee for the beste.’ And therewithall I vsde such courage, force, and myghte: As made my foes to fall, and soldiers fitly fighte. 80.