When he had strook an hart that fled his sight,
Was by another crost, where as he stood,
At whom one Tirrill call’d, a Norman knight,
A shaft let flie, which in the lucklesse flight
Missing the deere, and glancing on the ground,
Vpon the brest the king to death did wound.
73.
He dead, yong Henrie for his learning skill
Surnamed Beauclerk, did aspire the crowne,
And wonne the English peeres vnto his will: