2111Pr. A flight of vgly rauens

2112Do croke and houer ore our souldiers heads

2113And keepe in triangles and cornerd squares,

2114Right as our forces are imbatteled,

2115With their approach there came this sodain fog,

2116Which now hath hid the airie flower of heauen,

2117And made at noone a night vnnaturall,

2118Vpon the quaking and dismaied world,

2119In briefe, our souldiers haue let fall their armes,

2120and stand like metamorphosd images,

2121Bloudlesse and pale, one gazing on another.

2122Io: I now I call to mind the prophesie,

2123But I must giue no enterance to a feare,

2124Returne and harten vp these yeelding soules,

2125Tell them the rauens seeing them in armes,

2126So many faire against a famisht few,

2127Come but to dine vpon their handie worke,

2128and praie vpon the carrion that they kill,

2129For when we see a horse laid downe to die,

2130although not dead, the rauenous birds

2131Sit watching the departure of his life,

2132Euen so these rauens for the carcases,

2133Of those poore English that are markt to die,

2134Houer about, and if they crie to vs,

2135Tis but for meate that we must kill for them,

2136Awaie and comfort vp my souldiers,

2137and sound the trumpets, and at once dispatch

2138This litle busines of a silly fraude. Exit Pr.

2141Cap: Behold my liege, this knight and fortie mo,

2142Of whom the better part are slaine and fled,

2143With all indeuor sought to breake our rankes,

2144And make their waie to the incompast prince,

2145Dispose of him as please your maiestie.

2146Io: Go, & the next bough, souldier, that thou seest,

2147Disgrace it with his bodie presently,

2148Eor I doo hold a tree in France too good,