Who wan the palme? who bare away the worse?
Suffis’th[1362] to say, by my reserued band
Our enmyes fled, wee had the vpper hand:
My iron army held her steady place,
My prince to shield, his feared foe to chase.
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The like successe befell [mee] in Tewkesbury fielde,
My furious force, there forc’d perforce, to yeelde
The traytour foe:[1363] and render to my king
Her only sonne, least hee more bate might bring: