Crying: “Sainct George, Salisbury, kill, kill, [kill:”]
And offered freshly with their foes to fight,
And they as Frenchly tooke themselues to flight:
Supposing surely that I had bene there,
See how my name did put them all in feare.
33.
Thus was the Dolphin’s power discomfited,
Four thousand slayne, theyr campe tane as it stood,
Whereby our towne and souldiers profited,
For there were vitayles plentifull and good: