On this king Charles retournde with mighty hoste,
To vindicate this great reproche and shame:
And vnto Pontoise gaue assaulte in poste,
Full hotly, when wee feared leaste the same:
Whereon, to fight agaynst him all our force wee frame,
But number great at th’entry gote such hand,
Wee could not forth agayne their force aband.
78.
With trompets sounding, tan tan-tar’aloude
The larum bell wee rong, our selues to try dispose,