And both our force in one to conquere Fraunce we fit.
48.
Without resistance much we spoil’d the land
At th’entry in, and after many fights
We conquer’d all the Realme, my foes we fand,
Which were in armes stout, valiant, noble wights.
By sword they fell or flewe before our sights.
The Germains force likewise that did them succour send,
We made to fall therefore and to our scepters bend.
49.