And into three, his Army doth diuide, His strong aproaches on three parts to make; Himselfe on th’one, Clarence on th’other side, To Yorke and Suffolke he the third doth take, The Mines the Duke of Glocester doth guide; Then caus’d his Ships the Riuer vp to Stake, That none with Victuall should the Towne relieue Should the Sword faile, with Famine them to grieue. [Stanza 90: _The King summons Harflew._] From his Pauillion where he sate in State, Arm’d for the Siedge, and buckling on his Shield, Braue Henry sends his Herault to the Gate, By Trumpets sound, to summon them to yeeld, And to accept his Mercy, ere to late, Or else to say ere he forsooke the field, Harflew should be but a meere heape of Stones, Her buildings buried with her Owners bones. [Stanza 91] France on this sudaine put into a fright, With the sad newes of Harflew in distresse, Whose inexpected, miserable plight, She on the suddaine, knew not to redresse, But vrg’d to doe the vtmost that she might, The peoples feares and clamours to suppresse, Raiseth a power with all the speede she could, Somewhat thereby, to loose King Henries hold. [Stanza 92: _Charles de Alibert, and Iohn Bowcequalt._] The Marshall, and the Constable of France, Leading those Forces levied for the turne, By which they thought their Titles to aduance, And of their Countrey endlesse praise to earne, But it with them farre otherwise doth chance, For when they saw the Villages to burne, And high-towr’d Harflew round ingirt with fires, They with their powers to Cawdebeck retire. [Stanza 93: _A Simile of the French powers._] Like as a Hinde when shee her Calfe doth see, Lighted by chance into a Lions pawes, From which should shee aduenture it to free, Shee must her selfe fill his deuouring Iawes, And yet her young one, still his prey must be, (Shee so instructed is by Natures Lawes:) With them so fares it, which must needs goe downe If they would fight; and yet must loose the Towne: [Stanza 94: _A description of the siege of Harflewe, in the 19 following Stanzaes._] Now doe they mount their Ordnance for the day, Their scaling Ladders rearing to the walls, Their battering Rammes against the gates they lay, Their brazen slings send in the wilde-fire balls, Baskets of twigs now carie stones and clay, And to th’assault who furiously not falls; The Spade and Pickax working are belowe, Which then vnfelt, yet gaue the greatest blowe. [Stanza 95] Rampiers of earth the painefull Pyoners raise With the walls equall, close vpon the Dike, To passe by which the Souldier that assayes, On Planks thrust ouer, one him downe doth strike: Him with a mall a second English payes, A second French transpearc’d him with a Pyke: That from the height of the embattel’d Towers, Their mixed blood ranne downe the walls in showers. [Stanza 96]