The Major-General said, "In the name of GOD! at it, happy-go-lucky!" And immediately the Redcoats fell on, and were on the top of it, knocking the enemy down, and casting them into the moat.
When this work was done the Major-General lodged the English on the Counterscarp.
They were no sooner lodged, but Marshal Turenne scrambled over the ditches to find out the Major-General; and when he met with him, he was much troubled the French did no better; for, indeed, they did just nothing!
Then his Excellency asked the Major-General to "go to his approaches to refresh himself."
But the Major-General begged his pardon, and said, "He would not stir from his post, till he heard a drum beat a parley, and saw a white flag over the walls."
Upon that, Marshal Turenne laughed and smiled, and said, "They would not be at that pass, in six days! and then went to his approaches, and sent the Major-General three or four dozen of rare wine, with several dishes of cold meat and sweetmeats."
Within two hours after sunrising, a drum beat a parley, and a white flag was seen over the walls.
The Major-General ordered a Lieutenant, with a file of musketeers, to go and receive the drummer, and to blindfold him, and to carry him straight to Marshal Turenne in his approaches.