English poem
Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight
Both Armies sit, and at the point to fight, The French themselues assuring of the day; Send to the King of England (as in spight) To know what he would for his Ransome pay, Who with this answere doth their scorne requite: I pray thee Herault wish the French to stay, And e'r the day be past, I hope to see, That for their Ransomes they shall send to me.