Whereof the Scots were[1952] right sore affrayde:
And round about rydeing euermore he sayde
Go to my fellowes all shalbe all or night,[1953]
By the helpe of God, wee saue our prince his right.
22.
The Cornish choughe did picke them in the face,
And the crab them blinded that they might not see:
They flewe and fell,[1954] they had none other grace,
With theyr new conquerour: but where now is hee,
Caryed in a cart, to his rebuke and his posterity,