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A73861 The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire. Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. 1631 (1631) STC 7191; ESTC S109888 153,591 328

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first good success● And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say That though he thus was setled on his shore Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay His ancient right if so he would restore But if the same he wilfully denay To stop th' effusion of their Subiects gore He frankly off'reth in a single fight With the yong Daulphine to decide his right Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare What answere back his Harauld him would b●● But when he found that he was ne'r the neere And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing As to fight single nor that any were To deale for composition from the King He casts for Callice to make foorth his way And take such townes as in his iourney lay But first his bus'nesse he doth so contriue To curbe the Townes-men should they chanc● st● Of Armes and office he doth them depriue And to their roomes the English doth preferre ●ut of the ports all Vagrants he doth driue ●nd therein sets his Vncle Excester This done to march he bids the thundring Drums To scourge proud France when now her conqueror comes The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood ●ow on his way this haughty Henry was ●uer the Soame which is a dangerous flood ●uckt down the bridges that might giue him passe ●nd euery thing if fit for humane food ●us'd to be forrag'd to a wonderous masse And more then this his iourneys to fore-slow He scarce one day vnskirmish'd with doth goe But on his march in midst of all his foes ●e like a Lyon keeps them all at bay ●nd when they seeme him strictly to inclose ●et through the thick'st he hewes him out a way ●or the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose ●hough off'ring oft his Army to fore-lay Nor all the power the enuious French can make Force him one foote his path but to forsake And each day as his Army doth remoue ●arching along vpon Soams Marshy side ●is men at Armes on their tall Horses proue ●o find some shallow ouer where to ride ●ut all in vaine against the Streame they stroue ●ill by the helpe of a laborious guide A Ford was found to set his Army ore Which neuer had discouered bene before The newes divulg'd that he had waded Soame And safe to shore his Caridges had brought Into the Daulphines bosome strooke so home And on the weakenesse of King Charles so wrou● That like the troubled Sea when it doth Foame As in a rage to beate the Rocks to nought So doe they storme and curse on curse they hea● Gainst those which should the passages haue ke● And at that time both resident in Roan Thither for this assembling all the Peeres Whose counsailes now must vnder prop their thro● Against the Foe which not a man but feares Yet in a moment confident are growne When with fresh hopes each one his fellow chee● That ere the English to their Callis got Some for this spoyle should pay a bloody shot Therefore they both in solemne Counsaile sat● With Berry and with Britane their Allies Now speake they of this course and then of that As to insnare him how they might deuise Something they faine would do but know not w● At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise And crauing silence of the King and Lords Against the English brake into these words HAd this vnbridled youth an Army led That any way were vvorthy of your feare Against our Nation that durst turne the head Such as the former English forces were This care of yours your Countrey then might sted To tell you then who longer can forbeare That into question you our vallour bring To calla counsaile for so poore a thing A Route of tatter'd Rascals starued so As forced through extremity of need To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so And other foule diseases that they breed That they disabled are their Armes to sway But in their march doe leaue them on the way And to our people but a handfull are Scarse thirty thousand when to land they came Of which to England dayly some repaire Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame Fitter for Spittles and the Surgions care Then with their swords on vs to winne them fame Vnshod and without stockings are the best And those by Winter miserably opprest To let them dye vpon their March abroad And foules vpon their Carkaises to feed The heapes of them vpon the common road A great infection likely were to breed For our owne safeties see them then bestow'd And doe for them this charitable deed Vnder our swords together let them fall And on that day they dye be buried all This bold invectiue forc'd against the Foe Although it most of the assembly seas'd Yet those which better did the English know Were but a little with his speeches pleas'd And that the Duke of Berry meant to show Which when the murmure somewhat was appeas● After a while their listning silence breakes And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes MY Liedg quoth he you my Lords pee● Whom this great businesse chiefly doth co 〈…〉 ce●● By my experience now so many yeres To know the English● am not to learne Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares Then fitteth Manhood or do● hope to earne Suffrage from any but by zeale am wonne To speake my mind here as the Duke hath do● Th' euents of War are various as I know And say the losse vpon the English light Yet may a dying man giue such a blow As much may hinder his proud conquerours might It is enough our puissant power to showe To the weake English now vpon their flight When want and winter strongly spurre them● You else but stay them that would faine be go● I like our Forces their first course should hold To skirmish with them vpon euery stay But fight by no means with thē though they wo● Except they find them forraging for pray So still you haue them shut vp in a foold And still to Callis keepe them in their way So Fabius wearied Haniball so wee May English Henry if you pleased be And of the English rid your Countrey cleane If on their backs but Callis walles they winne Whose Frontier Townes you easily may maintaine With a strong Army still to keepe them in Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne E●e with supplyes againe they can inuade ●pent in the Voyage lately hither made That day at Poyteers in that bloody Field The sudden turne in that great Battell then Shall euer teach me whilst I Armes can weeld Neuer to trust to multitudes of men ● was the first day that ere I wore a Shield Oh let me neuer see the like agen Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell won As to behold it might amaze the Sunne There did I see our conquered Fathers fall Before