As doe the Attoms in the Sunny ray.
Now with mayne blowes their Armours are vnbras’d,
And as the French before the English fled,
With their browne Bills their recreant backs they baste,
And from their shoulders their faint Armes doe shred,
One with a gleaue neere cut off by the waste,
Another runnes to ground with halfe a head:
Another stumbling falleth in his flight,
Wanting a legge, and on his face doth light.
The Dukes who found their force thus ouerthrowne,