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.
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,