The archers drew, the fatall fight began, Thick flew the shafts, many to death were done: Which once being spent, close ioyn’d they man to man: Then did sterne slaughter through the battell runne; Not any one at first his foe did shunne: But equallie their heads they vp did beare In fight, not stooping vnto seruile feare. 87. Stout _Norfolke_ in the forefront boldlie stood, Imploying deeds of death against the foe; Not fear’d, in midst of dust, of death and blood, Th’extreamest of his vtmost strength to show, To winne his soueraigne’s weale by his owne woe: Where he, braue lord, by friends vnkindlie left, In manlie fight was of his life bereft. 88. For in my cheefest hope to winne the day, Appointed by the heauen’s most iust decree, My souldiers in the forefront shranke away, Which heauie newes declared was to mee By one that counsel’d mee away to flee: But I his counsell rashly did forsake, And vnto him in furie thus I spake: 89. “Curst be thy coward thoughts that thinke on flight, And curst those traytors that are fled away: I am resolu’d in this daie’s dreadfull fight, To lose my life, or win a glorious day: Flie those that will, for I am bent to stay:” This said, my plum’d deckt helme I downe did close, And with my eager launce made toward my foes. 90. Hie was the furie of my desperate fight, And like a tempest in a stormie day, When I did see vnto my heart’s despight, Where _Richmond’s_ standard stood without delay: Through th’armed men to it I made my way, The which, with _William Brandon_ that bold knight, To ground I downe did cast in _Richmond’s_ sight. 91. Many beneath my conquering strokes did fall, Each one did flie from me with coward shame, But one whom sir _Iohn Cheynie_ men did call, Who for huge swinge of strength did beare the name Of all the captaines that with _Richmond_ came, Who single did my charge at first repell, Though in the end beneath my sword he fell. 92. But as with him alone in fight I stood, Behold with foes I was incircled round, Who did imbrue their swords in my deare blood, Where mastered with the smart of many a woond, I bleeding fell vnto the dustie ground: Where cursing _Richmond_ and his conquering crue, Thence in disdainfull sort my sad soule flew. 93.