Came strayght with an hoaste prepared to fight,
With sworde for to trye out whose title was right.
12.
Our numbre was great, our title vniust:
Our consciences guilty, our souldiers agast:
Our enmy with honour[573] had souldiers of trust:
And Fortune was frendly to them as they past.
They slewe of our men by manhoode full fast,
Or forst them to flye: In the feelde wee were fayne
To resist[574] them (poore Prynces) and so wee were slayne.