Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
For while the _Frenchmen_ freshly assaulted[638] still,
Our _Englishmen_ came boldly forth at night,
Crying: “Sainct _George_, _Salisbury_, kill, kill, [kill:”]
And offered freshly with their foes to fight,
And they as _Frenchly_ tooke themselues to flight:
Supposing surely that I had bene there,
See how my name did put them all in feare.
33.
Thus was the Dolphin’s power discomfited,
Four thousand slayne, theyr campe tane as it stood,
Whereby our towne and souldiers profited,
For there were vitayles plentifull and good:
This while was I in _England_, by the rood,
To appease a strife that was right foule befall,
Betweene duke _Humfrey_ and the cardinall.
34.
The duke of _Exeter_ shortly[639] after died,
Which of the king at home had gouernaunce,
Whose roume the earle of _Warwicke_ then supplied,
And I tooke his and sped mee into _Fraunce_,
And hauing a zeale to[640] conquere _Orliaunce_,
With much a doe I gat the regent’s aide,
And marched thither,[641] and siege about it layde.
35.
But in the way I tooke the towne of _Yayne_,
Where murdered were for stoutnes many a man:
But _Baugencey_ I tooke with litle payne,
For which to shewe them fauour I began:
This caused the townes of _Mewne_ and _Iargeman_,
That stoode on _Loyer_, to profer mee the keyes,
Ere I came nere them, wel nigh by two dayes.
36.
See here how fortune froward[642] can allure,
What baytes shee layeth to bring men to their endes:
Who hauing hap like this, but hopeth sure,[643]
To bring to bale what euer hee entendes?
But soone is sower the sweete that fortune sendes:
Whan hope and hap, when health and wealth is highest,
Then woe and wracke, disease, and neede bee nighest.
37.
For while I, suing this so good successe,
Layde siege to _Orliaunce_ on the riuer side,
The bastard (cuckold _Cawnie’s_ sonne I gesse,
Tho thought the duke’s) who had the towne in guide,
Came fiercely forth, when hee his time espyde,
To rayse the siege, but was bet backe agayne,
And hard pursued both to his losse and payne.
38.
For there wee wan the bulwarke on the bridge,
With a mighty tower standing fast thereby:
Ah, cursed tower, that didst my dayes abridge,
Would God thou hadst bene furder, eyther I:
For in this tower a chamber standes on hie,
From which a man may view through all the towne
By certayn windowes iron grated downe.
39.
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