And being sep’rate from the rest,
The battle sore upon him prest,
Ev’n after he lay on the ground,
No mercy was unto him shown,
I mean by the rude vulgar core,
Yet gentlemen lamented sore;
Because he would no quarter have,
While they endeavour’d ’s live to save.
One man he had, who by him staid,
Until he on the field was laid,