“Fight-fight,” quoth I, “come on, they flee, they flee, they flee:”
And there withall wee vsde a poynt of warlike scill,
Wee causde the men within to crye vnto vs still:
“Fight Suffolke, now, fight, fight, and Salsbury:
Fight, fight, you noble earles, the Bretons flee, they flee.”
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With that amazed all the Bretons gan recoyle,
Some drowned in the pond, wherin they ran for feare,
And I pursude the flight, to wrecke my captiue foyle,
Wee payde them in the chase disordred as they were,