To make our furie in reuenge more strong, Letters from Scotland intercepted were, Which touch vs neerer then all former wrong, In number six: the one of which did beare The armes of _Dowglas_, sent to _Lancaster_, In which the _Dowglas_ to conceale his name, Vnto king _Arthur_ doth direct the same. 53. Prouokt to vengeance for such treacherous spight, From London with our royall powres we past, Whose stomackes fill’d with furie for the fight, I vrged forward with the vtmost hast, To lay the manours and the lordships wast Of our proud barons, promising for pray All that was theirs, that came within their way. 54. Newes of th’vnnaturall deeds which they enact Vpon the loyall people of our land, Hasten vs forward with such speed exact, That ere the _Mortimers_, who both did band Themselues with _Lancaster_, did vnderstand Of our approch our royall armed traine, At Shrewsburie did front them on the plaine. 55. Far from confederates amaz’d with wonder, At our approch, both daunted to behold Our frownes of lightning, and our threats of thunder, Hang downe their heads, scarce daring be so bold As looke on vs, their fainting hearts wax cold, And on their knees they fall, in hope to stay Our angrie doome, that threatned their decay. 56. Yeelding to fate by force of destinie, Whose foreappointing prouidence hath power In euery thing t’enforce necessitie, We grant them life, reseruing in the tower That _Mortimer_ at London for that hower, In which by destiny it was set downe, That that false lord should ruine my renowne. 57. Marching more northward from the Cambrian coast, While vengefull breath the fire of furie fans, After such good successe to bring our host To Pomfret, which gainst vs our barons mans: At last we lite like flockes of snow-white swans Fast by the weeping Eye, which runneth downe Into the Trent by little Caldwel’s towne. 58. There first did Needwood’s echoing forrest tell The stubborne barons of our whole intent, There first they seeke our forces to repell, When with their powers our passage to preuent, Intended ore the bosome of the Trent, They interrupt our purpose with proud braues, On Burton bridge ore fishie Trent’s blacke waues. 59.