779636Our battels ioinde, and both sides fiercelie fought,

780637But whether twas the coldnesse of the king,

781638He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene,

782639That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene.

783640Or whether twas report of his successe,

784641Or more then common feare of Cliffords rigor,

785642Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death,

786643I cannot tell. But to conclude with truth,

787644Their weapons like to lightnings went and came.

788645Our souldiers like the night Owles lasie flight,

789646Or like an idle thresher with a flaile,

790647Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends.

791648I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause,

792649With promise of hie paie and great rewardes,

793650But all in vaine, they had no harts to fight,

794651Nor we in them no hope to win the daie,

795652So that We fled. The king vnto the Queene,

796653Lord George your brother, Norffolke, and my selfe,

797654In hast, post hast, are come to ioine with you,

798655For in the marches here we heard you were,

799656Making another head to fight againe.

800657Edw. Thankes gentle Warwike.

801658How farre hence is the Duke with his power?

659And when came George from Burgundie to England?

802660War. Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power,

803661But as for your brother he was latelie sent

804662From your kind Aunt, Duches of Burgundie,

805663With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre.

806664Rich. Twas ods belike, when valiant Warwike fled.

807665Oft haue I heard thy praises in pursute,

808666But nere till now thy scandall of retire.