Ouerturning townes, high castles and towers,
Like Mars god of warre, enflamed with ire,
I forced the Frenchmen t’abandon theyr bowres:
Where euer wee matcht[265] I wanne at all howres,
In such wise visiting both city and village,
That alway my souldiers were laden with pillage.
9.
With honour and triomph was my returne,
Was none more ioyous than yong king Richarde:
Who minding more highly my state to adorne,