Stanza 240

The King thus made the Master of the Fight: The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye: Henry I'le pay my Ransome, doe me right: I am the Duke Alanzon; it is I. The King to saue him putting all his might, Yet the rude Souldiers, with their showt and crie, Quite drown'd his voyce, his Helmet being shut, And, that braue Duke into small peeces cut.

[Stanza 241: The Duke of Alanzon slaine.]

Report once spred, through the distracted Host, Of their prime hope, the Duke Alanzon slayne: That flower of France, on whom they trusted most: They found their valour was but then in vayne: Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost, Who slowly fled before, now ranne amayne. Nor could a man be found, but that dispaires Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs.

[Stanza 242: The Duke Neuers taken prisoner.]

The Duke Neuers, now in this sad retreat, By Dauid Gam and Morisby persude, (Who throughly chaf'd, neere melted into sweat, And with French blood their Poleaxes imbrud) They sease vpon him following the defeate, Amongst the faint, and fearefull multitude; When a contention fell betweene them twaine, To whom the Duke should rightfully pertaine.