Since I mast fall, ô let me fall with thee.
Scarse had he spoke, but th’English them inclose,
And like to Mastiues fircely on them flew,
Who with like Courage strongly them oppose,
When the Lord Beamont, who their Armings knewe,
Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes,
Quoth hee, Lo where Dauerny are and Ewe,
In this small time, who since the Field begun,
Haue done as much, as can by men be done.
Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue,