[Stanza 218]

Now the mayne Battaile of the French came on,
The Vanward vanquisht, quite the Field doth flye,
And other helpes besides this, haue they none:
But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,
And therefore now it standeth them vpon,
To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:
For the fierce English charge so home and sore,
As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.

[Stanza 219: _The Duke of Yorke slaine._]

The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,
Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,
And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,
Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,
Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne,
So that the French which quickly got betweene
Him and his succours, that great Chiefetaine slue,
Who brauely fought whilest any breath he drew.

[Stanza 220: _The King heareth of the Duke of Yorks death._]

The newes soone brought to this Couragious King,
Orespred his face with a distempred Fire,
Though making little shew of any thing,
Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire,
More then before the Frenchmen menacing;
And hee was heard thus softly to respire:
Well, of thy blood reuenged will I bee,
Or ere one houre be past Ile follow thee.

[Stanza 221: _The Kings resolution._]

When as the frolike Caualry of France,
That in the head of the maine Battaile came,
Perceiu'd the King of England to aduance,
To Charge in person; It doth them inflame,
Each one well hoping it might be his chance
To sease vpon him, which was all their ayme,
Then with the brauest of the English mett,
Themselues that there before the King had sett.

[Stanza 222: _The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English, at the
Ioyning of the two mayne Battailes, in fiue Stanzas._]

When the Earle of Cornewal with vnusuall force,
Encounters Grandpre (next that came to hand)
In Strength his equall, blow for blow they scorce,
Weelding their Axes as they had beene wands,
Till the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse
Ouer whom straight the Count Salines stands,
And lendeth Cornwal such a blow withall,
Ouer the Crupper that he makes him fall.

[Stanza 223]

Cornwal recouers, for his Armes were good,
And to Salines maketh vp againe,
Who changde such boysterous buffets, that the blood,
Doth through the Ioints of their strong Armour straine,
Till Count Salines sunck downe where he stood