On which the duke dislodgde, departeing Poyssy froe,
To Maunte, and Roane, from thence his grace did hye,
T’appease the broyles of strife in Normandy.
75.
But then the Frenche king, calling vnto mynde his losse,
His charges in the seige, his bastiles trenches made,
How erste wee did them thence, sans bag and bagage tosse,
Eke how from seige hee durste not staye the store to lade,
And how their fortunes ofte, in fighte went retrograde,
How neighboures ill to Paris, wee of Pontoise were: