Stanza 216

Now slaughter cease me, if I doe not greeue, Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine, Lies there no way (my Lord) them to releeue, And for their Ransomes two such to retaine: Quoth Suffolke, come weele hazad their repreeue, And share our Fortunes, in they goe amaine, And with such danger through the presse they wade, As of their liues but small account they made.

[Stanza 217: The Daulphin of Auerney slaine.]

[The Earle of Ewe taken prisoner.]

Yet ere they through the clustred Crouds could get, Oft downe on those, trod there to death that lay, The valient Daulphin had discharg'd his debt, Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day. The Earle of Ewe, and wondrous hard beset: Had left all hope of life to scape away: Till noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came, And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name.