A part of them led by the earle of _March_, Lord _Iames_ of _Burbon_, a valiaunt tried knight,[518] With held by wyndes to _Walles_ ward forth to march, Tooke land at _Plimmouth_ priuely on a[519] night: And whan hee had done all that[520] hee durst or might, After that a[521] meyney of his men were slaine, Hee stole to ship and sailed home agayne. 16. Twelue thousand moe[522] in _Milford_ did ariue, And came to mee, then lying at _Denbigh_: With armed _Welshmen_ thousands double fiue, With whome wee went to _Worcester_ well nigh, And there encampt vs on a mount on high, To abide[523] the king who shortly after came, And pitched his field, on a hill hard[524] by the same. 17. There eyght dayes long our hostes lay face to face, And neyther durst other’s power[525] assayle: But they so stopt the passages the space, That vitayles could not come to our avayle, Where through constraynde our hearts began to fayle, So that the _Frenchmen_ shranke away by night, And I with mine to th’ mountaynes[526] tooke our flight. 18. The king pursued greatly to his cost, From hilles to woods, from woods to valleys playne: And by the way his men and stuffe hee lost: And when hee sawe[527] hee gayned naught but payne, Hee blewe retreate and gate[528] him home agayne: Then with my power I boldly came abroade, Taken in my countrey for a very god.[529] 19. Immediately after fell a ioly jarre Betweene the king, and _Percie’s_ worthy blouds, Which grue at last vnto a deadly warre: For like as drops engender mighty flouds, And litle seedes sprout forth great leaues and buds, Euen so small striues,[530] if they bee suffered run, Breede wrath and war, and death or they be don. 20. The king would haue the ransome of such _Scots_ As these the _Percies_ tane had in the fielde: But see how strongly lucre knits her knots, The king will haue, the _Percies_ will not yeelde, Desire of goods some craues, but graunteth seelde: Oh cursed goods, desire of you hath wrought All wickednes, that hath or can bee thought. 21. The _Percies_ deemde it meeter for the king To haue redeemde theyr cosin _Mortimer_, Who in his quarell all his power did bring To fight with mee, that toke him prisoner, Than of their pray to rob his souldier: And therefore willed him see some meane were founde, To quite forth him whome I kept vily bounde. 22.