Which with our Horse was wing’d on both the sides:
T’affront so great and terrible an Host;
There valiant Fanhope, and there Beamount rides,
With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast,
That morning early, and had seene at large,
How the Foe came, that then they were to charge.
Henry himselfe, on the mayne Battell brings,
Nor can these Legions of the French affright
This Mars of men, this King of earthly Kings:
Who seem’d to be much pleased with the sight,