‘O here come on,’ quoth I, ‘now fighte wee for the beste.’
And therewithall I vsde such courage, force, and myghte:
As made my foes to fall, and soldiers fitly fighte.
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‘Yf we doe leese,’ quoth I, ‘the Frenche men shall not gayne:
So if wee wyn, ’tis worth the while to keepe arraye:
Yf yee stand stiflye toet, wele make them peaze the paine,
And leade with losse of lyuely lymmes the laude awaye.
Although they fearcely fighte, in hope vs all to slaye:
Lo, sixe to one they fall, and deade they lye: