About mine eares a buzzing feare still flew, My fainting knees languish for want of might, Vpon my bodie stands an icie dew: My heart is dead within, and with affright The haire vpon my head doth stand vpright: Each limbe about me quaking, doth resemble A riuer’s rush, that with the wind doth tremble. 73. Thus with my guiltie soule’s sad torture torne, The darke night’s dismall houres I past away, But at cocke’s crow the message of the morne, My feare I did conceale, lest men should say Our foes approch my courage did dismay: And as dire need did me thereto constraine, My troopes of men I marshall’d on the plaine. 74. Who with swift concurse fill’d the smothred ground, And did enranke themselues in braue array, The foreward with bold bowmen did abound, Commixt with pikes to beare the violent sway, When on our front the foe should giue th’assay, And to their forme in fight good heed to take, _Iohn_ duke of _Northfolke_ chieftaine I did make. 75. After this vantguard I my selfe did goe, And round about me chosen men of might Did range themselues to shield me from the foe, Our skirts were lin’d with horse, and fit for fight, Each place was stuft with men in armes well dight: In this array I troopt my armed traine, To meete earle _Richmond_ on the equall plaine. 76. Who wisely did his folke to fight instruct, _Iohn_ earle of _Oxford_ did the vaward lead, The right wing _Gilbert Talbot_ did conduct, The left wing sir _Iohn Sauage_, one that fled From me to _Richmond_ for to saue his head: _Richmond_ himselfe with _Pembrooke_ that stout knight, The middle ward did lead vnto the fight. 77. As thus both hosts stood each in other’s sight, Expecting when the trumpe, whose blast doth breed Courage in men, would call them forth to fight, Arm’d in bright steele vpon a stately steed, From ranke to ranke I rode about with speed, And fit for fight my souldiers hearts to make, Hie, and with courage thus to them I spake. 78. “Fellowes in armes, and my aduenturous friends, Giue heedfull eare to that which I shall say: Be valiant hearted, thinke vpon the ends Of fight or flight, of triumph or decay, Both which the battell doth propose this day, Th’one of which doth bring eternall fame, The other ignomie and dastard shame. 79.