But that their hopes doe on their mayne relye,
And therefore now it standeth them vpon,
To fight it brauely, or else yeeld, or dye:
For the fierce English charge so home and sore,
As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore.
The Duke of Yorke slaine.
The Duke of Yorke, who since the fight begun,
Still in the top of all his Troopes was seene,
And things wellneere beyond beleefe had done,
Which of his Fortune, made him ouerweene,