But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,
They were found dead, and buried with the rest.
Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,
And of the French who were not slaine were fled:
Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,
That had the power againe to make a head:
This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,
Thanking his God that he so well had sped,
[And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on],
Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.