As when you see the enuious Crowe espye, Something that shee doth naturally detest: With open throat how shee doth squall and crye; And from the next Groue calleth in the rest, And they for those beyond them bawling flye, Till their foule noyse doth all the ayre infest: Thus French, the French to this great Battaile call, Vpon their swords to see the English fall. [Stanza 139: _Dauid Gam, a great Captain in that Warr._] And to the King when seriously one tolde, With what an Host he should encountred be, Gam noting well, the King did him behold, In the reporting; Merrily (quoth he) My Liege I’le tell you if I may be bold, We will diuide this Army into three: One part we’ll kill, the second prisoners stay; And for the third, we’ll leaue to runne away. [Stanza 140] But for the Foe came hourely in so fast, Lest they his Army should disordred take: The King who wisely doth the worst forecast, His speedy martch doth presently forsake, Into such forme and his Battalion cast; That doe their worst they should not eas’ly shake: For that his scouts which forrag’d had the Coast, Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host. [Stanza 141: _The Duke of Yorke._] On which ere long the English Vanward light, Which York, of men the brauest, doth command, When either of them in the others sight, He caus’d the Army instantly to stand, As though preparing for a present Fight, And rideth forth from his couragious Band, To view the French, whose numbers ouer spread, The troubled Country on whose earth they tread. [Stanza 142] Now were both Armies got vpon that ground, As on a Stage, where they their strengthes must trye, Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wound, There’s many a soule into the Ayre must flye: Meane while the English that some ease had found; By the aduantage of a Village nie, There set them downe the Battell to abide, Where they the place had strongly fortifide. [Stanza 143: _The French scorning the English, being so fewe in respect of their mighty power._] Made drunke with pride the haughty French disdaine, Lesse then their owne, a multitude to view, Nor aske of God the victory to gaine, Vpon the English wext so poore and fewe, To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine, And lastly to that insolence they grewe, Quoyts, Lots, and Dice for Englishmen to cast, And sweare to pay, the Battaile being past. [Stanza 144] For knots of corde to eu’ry Towne they send, The Captiu’d English that they caught to binde, For to perpetuall slau’ry they intend: Those that aliue they on the Field should finde, So much as that they fear’d lest they should spend Too many English, wherefore they assignde Some to keepe fast those, fayne that would be gon After the Fight, to try their Armes vpon. [Stanza 145]