Hereupon “the Duke of Somerset, like a pollitike warriour, trenched hys campe round about of such an altitude, and so strongly, that his enemyes by no means easily could make any entry; and further, perceiuyng that his part could neuer escape without battaile, determined there to see the ende of hys goode or yll chaunce; wherefore he marshalled his hoste after this maner: he and the lord Iohn of Somerset, his brother, led the forewarde; the middle warde was gouerned by the Prince, under the conduyte of the Lord of Saint Iohns and Lorde Wenlocke, whome King Edward had highly before preferred, and promoted to the degree of a baron.” [This fact the chronicler mentions in order, probably, to account for his subsequent conduct, and to justify the suspicion that he was not a hearty partisan in the queen’s cause.] “The rere-warde was put in the rule of the Earle of Deuonshire. When all these battayles were thus ordered and placed, the Queene and her sonne, Prince Edwarde, rode about the fielde encouraging their souldiors, promisyng to them, if theye did shew themselves valiaunt against their enemyes, great rewardes and high promocions, innumerable gaine of the spoyle and bootye of their adversaryes, and, above all other, fame and renoune through the whole realme.” “Give me earth’s triumphs,” Margaret cries, “This nether world concludes my schemes! Ne’er could I teach my soul to prize The moping beadsman’s dreams. ‘_Victory on Earth!_’--Friends! to this hour A whole life’s energies are due! Whate’er of ardour, skill, or power, Your noble breasts imbue, Call to the conflict! loudly call, This grasping hour demands them all ’Tis a vast moment! ’tis the goal Toward which, through years of strife, the soul With untied vigour bent its force-- And _now_ we touch the limits of the course!”