ht,
By their owne French are strongly beaten back:
Lest they their Ranks, should haue disord'red quight,
So that those men at Armes goe all to wrack
Twixt their owne friends, and those with whom they fight,
Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd
To striue, which should the powerfullest be deem'd.

[Stanza 213: _Called of some Guiscard the Daulphine of Aragon._]

And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes,
Stay men at Armes, let Fortune doe her worst,
And let that Villaine from the field that flyes
By Babes yet to be borne, be euer curst:
All vnder heauen that we can hope for, lyes
On this dayes battell, let me be the first
That turn'd yee back vpon your desperate Foes,
To saue our Honours, though our lyues we lose.

[Stanza 214]

To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe, which long
Had in the Battaile ranged here and there,
A thousand Bills, a thousand Bowes among,
And had seene many spectakles of feare,
And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong,
By that which he had chanst from him to heare,
Vpon the shoulder claps him, Prince quoth he,
Since I mast fall, o let me fall with thee.

[Stanza 215]

Scarse had he spoke, but th'English them inclose,
And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,
Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,
When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,
Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,
Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,
In this small time, who since the Field begun,
Haue done as much, as can by men be done.

[Stanza 216]

Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,
Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine,
Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue,
And for their Ransomes two such to retaine:
Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue,
And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine,
And with such danger through the presse they wade,
As of their liues but small account they made.

[Stanza 217: _The Daulphin of Auerney slaine._]

[_The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner._]

Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get,
Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay,
The valient Daulphin had discharg'd his debt,
Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day.
The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset:
Had left all hope of life to scape away:
Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came,
And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name.