Twelve thousand more in Milford did arrive,
And came to me, then lying at Denby
With armed Welshmen thousands double five,
With whom we went to Worcester well nigh,
110And there encamped us on a mount on high,
To abide the king, who shortly after came
And pitched his field, on a hill hard by the same.
There eight days long, our hosts lay face to face,
And neither durst the otherʼs power assail:
115But they so stopped the passages the space
That victuals could not come to our avail,
Where through constraint our hearts began to fail
So that the Frenchmen shrank away by night,
And I with mine to the mountains took our flight.
120The king pursued us, greatly to his cost,
From hills to woods, from woods to valley's plain:
And by the way his men and stuff he lost.
And when he saw he gained naught save pain,
He blew retreat, and got him home again.
125Then with my power I boldly came abroad
Taken in my country for a very God.
Immediately after fell a jolly jar
Between the king, and Percies worthy bloods,
Which grew at last unto a deadly war.
130For like as drops engender mighty floods,
And little seeds sprout forth great leaves and buds,
Even so small strifes, if they be suffered run
Breed wrath and war, and death or they be done.
The king would have the ransom of such Scots
135As these the Percies had taken in the field.
But see how strongly Lucre knits her knots,
The king will have, the Percies will not yield.
Desire of goods soon craves, but granteth seld.
O cursed goods, desire of you hath wrought
140All wickedness, that hath or can be thought.