The one breath’d comfort in the souldiers eares,
While th’other through the foes with violent sway
Of his horse troopes did force a dreadfull way,
Through which the Belgians that before had fled,
Might ’gainst the fainting foes againe make head.
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The foemen fled, the ground was stro’d with harmes
Of their mishap, their duke fled fast away,
Leauing his horse of honour and his armes
Vnto the victors to remaine for ay,