His Noble heart in his full Bosome bled;
What Fate, quoth he, our ouerthrowe hath sworne,
Must France a Prisoner be to England led,
Well, if she be so, yet Ile let her see,
She beares my Carkasse with her, and not me.
And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere,
When with the courage of a valiant Knight
(As one that knew not, or forgot to feare)
He tow’rds King Henry maketh in the fight,
And all before him as he downe doth beare,