He his at him, till the Lord Beamount came
Their rash attempt, and wisely thus doth blame.
Are not the French twice trebl’d to our power,
And fighting still, nay, doubtfull yet the day:
Thinke you not these vs fast enough deuoure:
But that your braues the Army must dismay:
If ought but good befell vs in this howre:
This be you sure your lyues for it must pay:
Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see,
And then decide whose prisoner he shall be.