¶ Here after followeth the battle of Egyngecourte & the great siege of Rone by king Henry of Moumouthe the fifth of the name that wan Gascoigne and Gyenne and Normandye.  
GOd that all this world died make  
And died for us upon a tree  
Save england for marry thy mothers  
As thou art steadfast god in trinity  
And save king Henry soul I beseech y● sake  
That was full gracious and good with all  
A courtyouse knight and king rial  
Of Henry the fifth noble man of war  
Thy deeds may never forgotten be  
Of knighthood thou were the very loadstar  
In thy time England flowered in prosperity  
Thou mortal mirror of all chivalry  
Though thou be not set among the worthies nine.  
yet wast thou a conqueror in thy time  
Our king send in to France full rathe  
His harraude that was good and sure  
He desired his heritage for to have  
That is Gascoigne and Gyen and Normandye  
He bade the dolphin deliver/ it should be his  
All that belonged to the first Edward  
And if he said me nay I iwis  
I will get it with dent of sword  
But than answered the dolphin bold  
By our inbassatours' sending again  
Me think that your king is not so old  
Wars great for to maintain  
great well he said your comely king  
That is both gentle and small  
A tun full of tennis balls I will him send  
For to play him therewithal  
Than bethought our lords all  
In France they would no longer abide  
They took their leave both great & small  
Tnd home to England 'gan they ride  
To our king they told their tale to the end  
What that the dolphin died to them say  
I will him thank than said the king  
By the grace of god if I may  
Yet by his own mind this dolphin bold  
To our king he sent agaynne hastily  
And prayed him truce for to hold  
For jesus love that died on a tree  
Nay than said our comely king  
For in to France will I wind  
The dolphin anger I trust I shall  
And such a tennis ball I shall him send  
That shall bear down the high roof of his hall  
The king at westminster lay that time  
And all his lords everichone  
As they died set them down to dine  
lordings he said by saint Iohn  
To France I think to take my way  
Of good council I you pray  
What is your will that I shall done  
Show me shortly without delay  
The duke of Clarence answered soon  
And said my league I council you so  
And other lords said we think it for the best  
With you to be ready for to go  
While that our lives may endure & lest  
Gramercy sirs the king 'gan say  
Our right I trust than shallbe won  
And I will quite you if I may  
Therefore I warn you both old & young  
To make you ready without delay  
To Southampton to take your way  
At saint Peter's tide at Lammas  
For by the grace of god and if I may  
Over the salt see I think to pass  
Great ordinance of guns the king let make  
And shypte them at London all at ones  
Bows and arrows in chests were take  
Spears and bills/ with yeen gunstones  
And arming dagars made for the nonce  
With swords & bucklers that were full sure  
And harness bright that strokes would endure  
The king to Southampton than died ride  
With his lords for no longer would he dwell  
fifteen. C. fair ships there died him abide  
With goodly sails and to peastell  
Lords of France our king they sold  
For a myllyant of gold as I hard say  
By England little prise they told  
Therefore their song was wellaway  
between hampton and the isle of wight  
These goodly ships lay there at road  
With mast yards a cross full seemly of sight  
Over all the haven spread a broad  
On every paves across read  
The wastes decked with serpentynes strong  
Saint George's streamers spread over heed  
With the arms of England hanging all along  
Our king full hastily to his ship go  
And all other lords of every degree  
Every ship weighed his anchor in deed  
With the tide to hast them to the see  
They hoist their sails sailed a loft  
A goodly fight it was to see  
The wind was good and blue but soft  
And fourth they went in the name of the trinity  
Their course they took toward Normandy  
And passed over in a day and a night  
So in the second mornonge yearly  
Of that country they had a sight  
And ever they drew near the cost  
Of the day glad were they all  
And when they were at the shore almost  
Every ship his anchor let fall  
With their takyls they launched many a long boat  
And over hache threw them in to the stream  
A thousand shortly they saw a float  
With men of arms that lieth died leme  
Our king landed at Cottaunses without delay  
On our lady eventh assumption  
And to Hartflete they took the way  
And mustered fair before the town  
Our king his banner there died splay  
With standards bright and many penowne  
And there he pight his tent adown  
Full well broidered with armoury gay  
first our comely kings tent with the crown  
And all other lords in good array  
My brother Clarence the king died say  
The towers of the town will I keep  
With her daughters and her maidens gay  
To wake the frenchmen of their sleep  
London he said shall with him meet  
And my guns that lieth fair upon the green  
For they shall play with Harfflete  
A game at tennis as I ween  
God we to game for gods grace  
My children be ready everichone  
For every great gun that there was  
In his mouth he had a stone  
The capitain of Herfflet soon anon  
Unto our king he sent hastily  
To know what his will was to done  
For to come thither with such a many  
deliver me the town the king said  
Nay said the captain by god & by saint Denys  
Than shall I win it said our king  
By the grace of god and of his goodness  
Some hard tennis balls I have hither brought  
Of marble and iron made full round  
I swear by jesus that me dear bought  
They shall beat the walls to the ground  
Than said the great gun  
Hold fellows we go to game  
Thanked be Mary and jesus her sone  
They died the frenchmen much shame  
fifteen afore said London though  
Her balls full fair she 'gan out throw  
thirty said the second gun I will win & I may  
There as the wall was most sure  
They bore it down without nay  
The kings daughter said hearken this play  
hearken maidens now this tide  
five and forty we have/ it is no nay  
They beat down the walls on every side  
The Normans said let us not abide  
But gowe in haste by one assent  
Where so ever the gunstones do glide  
Our houses in Herfftete is all to rend  
The englies shemenourbul work have brent  
And women cried alas that ever they were borne  
The frenchmen said now be we shent  
By us now the town is forlorn  
It is best now theyrfore  
That we beseech this englies she king of grace  
For to assail us no more  
lest he destroy us in this place  
Than will we bid the dolphin make him ready  
Or else this town deryvered must be  
Messengers went fourth by and by  
And to out king come they  
The lord Corgraunte certainly  
For he was capitain of the place  
And Gelam Bowsec with him died high  
With other lords more and lass  
And when they to our king come were  
Full lowly set them on their kne●  
Hail comely king 'gan they say  
christ save the from adversity  
Of truce we will beseech thee  
Until that it be sunday noon  
And if we may not recovered be  
We will deliver the town  
Than said our king full soon  
I grant you grace in this tide  
One of you shall fourth anon  
And the remnant shall with me abide  
Their capitain took his next way  
And to Rone fast 'gan he ride  
The dolphin he had thought there to found  
But he was gone he durst not abide  
For help the capitain besought that tede  
Herfflete is lost for ever and aye  
The walls been beaten down on every side  
That we no longer keep it may  
Of counsel all he died them pray  
What is your will that I may done  
We must ordain the king hatayll by sunday  
Or else deliver him the town  
The lords of Rone together died rowne  
And bad the town should openly yield  
The king of england fareth as a lion  
We will not meet with him in the field  
The capitain would than no longer abide  
And to ward Harfflete came he right  
For so fast he died ride  
That he was there the same night  
And when he to our king died come  
Lowly he set him on his knee  
Hail comely prince than died he say  
The grace of god is with the  
Here have I brought the keys all  
Of Harfflete that is so to yell a city  
All is yours both chamber and hall  
And at your veyll for to be  
Thanked he jesus said our king  
And Mary his mother truly  
Mine uncle Dorset without letting  
capitain of Herfflete shall he be  
And all that is within the city  
A while yet they shall abide  
To amend the walls in every degree  
That is beaten down on every side  
And after that they shall out ride  
To other towns over all  
Wife nor child shall not there abide  
But have them forth both great & small  
One and twenty. M. men might see  
when they went out full fore died weep  
The great guns & ordinance truly  
Was brought in to Herfflete  
Great sickness among our host was in good faith  
Which killed many of our englishmen  
There died by yond vii score upon a day  
alive there was left but thousands ten  
Our king himself in to the castle go  
And rested him there as long as his will was  
At the last he said lords so god me speed  
Toward Calayes I think to pass  
After that Herfflete was gotten that royal city  
Through the grace of god omnypotente  
Our comely king made him ready soon  
And toward Calayes fourth he went  
My brother Glocestre verament  
Here will we no longer abide  
And Cousin of york this is our intent  
With us fourth ye shall this tide  
My Cousin Huntyngdon with us shall ride  
And the Earl of Oxenford with you three  
The duke of Southfolke by our side  
He shall come fourth with his many  
And the Earl of Devounshyre sickerly  
Sir thomas harping that never died fail  
The lord Broke that come heartily  
And sir Iohn of cornewall  
Sir Gylberde umfrey that would us avail  
And the lord clyfforde so god me speed  
Sir wyllyam Bowser that will not fail  
For all thy will help if it be need  
Our king road fourth blessed mought he be  
He spared neither dale ne down  
By waters great fast road he  
Till he came to the water of seen  
The frenchmen threw the bridge adown  
That over the water they might not pass  
Our king made him ready then  
And to the tower of Turreyn went more & lass  
The frenchmen our king about becast  
With battles strong on every side  
The duke of orleans said in haste  
The king of England shall abide  
Who gave him leave this way to pass  
I trust that I shall him beguile  
Full long or he come to calais  
The duke of Burbone answered fone  
And swear by god & by saint Denys  
We will play them everichone  
These lords of England at the tennis  
Their gentlemen I swear by saint john  
And archers we will sell them great plenty  
And so will we rid them soon  
Six for a penny of our money  
Than answered the duke of Bare  
Words that were of great pride  
By god he said I will not spare  
Over all the englishmen for to ride  
If that they dare us abide  
We will overthrow them in fere  
And take them prisoners in this tide  
Than come home again to our dinner  
Henry our king that was so good.  
He prepared there full rially  
Stakes he let hew in a wood  
And set them before his archers verily  
The frenchmen our ordinance ganespye  
They that we ordained for to ride  
lighted adown with sorrow truly  
So on their foot fast 'gan abide  
Our king went up upon an hill high  
And looked down to the valyes low  
He saw where the frenchmen came hastily  
As thick as ever died hail or snow  
Than kneeled our king down in that stound  
And all his men on every side  
Every man made across & kissed the ground  
And on their feet fast gan abide  
Our king said sirs what time of the day  
My league they said it is nigh prime  
Than go we to our journey  
By the grace of jesus it is good time  
For saints that lie in their shrine  
To god for us they be praying  
All the religious of England in this time  
Ora pro nobis for us they sing  
Saint George was seen over our host  
Of very truth this sight men died see  
Down was he sent by the holygoste  
To give our king the victory  
Than blewe the trompetes merely  
These two battles together go  
Our archers stood up full heartily  
And made the frenchmen fast to bleed  
Their arrows went fast without any let  
And many shot they through out  
thorough habergyne breastplate & basinet  
A xi M. were slain in that rout  
Our gracious king as I well know  
That day he fought with his own hand  
He spared neither high ne low  
There was never king in no land  
That ever did better on a day  
Wherefore England may sing a song  
Laus deo may we say  
And other prayers ever among  
The duke of orleans without nay  
That day was taken prisoner  
The duke of Burbone also in fere  
And also the duke of Bare truly  
Sir Bergygaunte he 'gan him yield  
And other lords of France many  
Lo thus out comely king conquered the filled  
Be the grace of god omnipotent  
He took his prisoners both old & young  
And to ward Calayes fourth he went  
He shipped there with good intent  
To Cauntorbury full fair he passed  
And offered to saint Thomas thryne  
And through Keut he road in haste  
To Eltam he came all in good time  
And over blackeheth as he was riding  
Of the city of London he was ware  
hail rial city said our king  
christ keep the ever from sorrow & care  
And than he gave that noble city his blessyng●  
He prayed jesus it might well far  
To westminster died he ride  
And the french prisoners with him also  
He ransomed them in that tide  
And again to their country he let them go  
Thus of this matter I make an end  
To theffect of the battle have I gone  
For in this book I cannot comprehend  
The greatest battle of all called the siege of Rome  
For that siege lasted iii year and more  
And there a rat was at xl pens.  
For in the city the people hongered fore  
Women and children for fault of meet were lore  
And some for pain bare bones were gnawing  
That at her breasts had ii children souking  
Of the siege of Rone it to write were pity  
It is a thing so lamentable  
Yet every high feast/ our king of his charity  
Gave them meat to their bodies comfortable  
And at the last/ the town wan wout fable  
Thus of all as now I make an end  
To the bliss of heaven god our souls send.  
¶ Thus endeth the battle of Egyngcourt   

imprinted at London in Foster lane in saint Leonard's paris she by me Iohn Skot.  
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