The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 14 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 461 words
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A league from Fountain Francois, when you sent him, To make discovery of the Castille army, When he discerned 'twas it (with wondrous wisdom joined to his spirit) he seemed to make retreat, But when they priest him, and the baron of Lux, Set on their charge so hotly, that his horse, Was slain, and he most dangerously engaged, Then turned your brave duke head, and (with such ease As doth an Echo beat back violent sounds, With their own forces) he, (as if a wall Start suddenly before them) pashed them all Flat, as the earth, and there was that field won. You're all the field wide. O, I ask you pardon, The strength of that field yet lay in his back, Upon the foe's part; and what is to come. Of this your Marshal, now your worthy Duke Is much beyond the rest: for now he sees A sort of horse troops, issue from the woods, In number near twelve hundred: and retiring To tell you that the entire army followed, Before he could relate it, he was forced To turn head, and receive the main assault Of five horse troops: only with twenty horse: The first he met, he tumbled to the earth, And broke through all, not daunted with two wounds, One on his head, another on his breast, The blood of which, drowned all the field in doubt: Your majesty himself was then engaged, Your power not yet arrived, and up you brought The little strength you had: a cloud of foes, Ready to burst in storms about your ears: Three squadrons rushed against you, and the first, You took so fiercely, that, you beat their thoughts Out of their bosoms, from the urged fight: The second, all amazed you overthrew, The third dispersed, with five and twenty horse Left of the fourscore that pursued the chase: And this brave conquest, now your Marshal seconds Against two squadrons, but with fifty horse, One after other he defeats them both, And made them run, like men whose heels were tripped, And pitch their heads, in their great generals lap: And him he sets on, as he had been shot Out of a cannon: beats him into rout, And as a little brook being overrun With a black torrent; that bears all things down, His fury overtakes, his foamy back, Loaded with cat-tail, and with stacks of Corn, And makes the miserable Ploughman mourn; So was du Maine surcharged, and so Byron Flowed over all his forces; every drop Of his lost blood, bought with a worthy man; And, only with a hundred Gentlemen He won the place, from fifteen hundred horse; He won the place? On my word, so 'tis said: Fie you have been extremely misinformed.
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A league from Fountaine Francois, when you sent him, To make discouerie of the Castile army, When he descern'd twas it (with wondrous wisdome Ioinde to his spirit) he seem'd to make retreate, But when they prest him, and the Barron of Lux, Set on their charge so hotely, that his horse, Was slaine, and he most dangerously engag'd, Then turnd your braue duke head, and (with such ease As doth an Eccho beate backe violent sounds, With their owne forces) he, (as if a wall Start sodainely before them) pasht them all Flat, as the earth, and there was that field wonne. Yare all the field wide. O, I aske you pardon, The strength of that field yet laie in his backe, Vpon the foes part; and what is to come. Of this your Marshal, now your worthie Duke Is much beyond the rest: for now he sees A sort of horse troopes, issue from the woods, In number nere twelue hunderd: and retyring To tell you that the entire armie follow'd, Before he could relate it, he was forct To turne head, and receiue the maine assaulte Of fiue horse troopes: onely with twenty horse: The first he met, he tumbled to the earth, And brake through all, not daunted with two wounds, One on his head, another on his brest, The bloud of which, drownd all the field in doubte: Your maiesty himselfe was then engag'd, Your powre not yet arriu'd, and vp you brought The little strength you had: a cloud of foes, Ready to burst in stormes about your eares: Three squadrons rusht against you, and the first, You tooke so fiercely, that, you beate their thoughts Out of their bosoms, from the vrged fight: The second, all amazed you ouerthrew, The third disperst, with fiue and twenty horse Left of the fourescore that persude the chase: And this braue conquest, now your Marshall seconds Against two squadrons, but with fifty horse, One after other he defeates them both, And made them runne, like men whose heeles were tript, And pitch their heads, in their great generalls lap: And him he sets on, as he had beene shot Out of a Cannan: beates him into route, And as a little brooke being ouerrunne With a black torrent; that beares all things downe, His furie ouertakes, his fomy back, Loded with Cattaile, and with stackes of Corne, And makes the miserable Plowman mourne; So was du Maine surchardgd, and so Byron Flow d ouer all his forces; euery drop Of his lost bloud, bought with a worthy man; And, onely with a hundred Gentlemen He wonne the place, from fifteene hundred horse; He won the place? On my word, so tis sayd: Fie you haue beene extreamely misinform'd.