The Legend Of Sir Nicholas Throckmorton

Author : Nicholas Throckmorton
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230446417
Total Pages : 18 pages
Book Rating : 4.4/5 (464 download)

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Download or read book The Legend of Sir Nicholas Throckmorton, Ed. and Restored by J. G. Nichols written by Nicholas Throckmorton and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 18 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ... 40. With whome there marcht a troope of Englishe traine, Whose forward mindes, not bridled by mistrust, But pricked forth for honour or for gaine, Headlong themselves to thousand perills thrust. There three of us did serve in royall band: The fourth did waite upon Northumberland. 41. And, when our camp to pitch their tents was bent. The rattling shott did flye about our eares. The bullets thick, as messengers, were sent, To plant within our hearts some flying feares. They ply'd it hard. For why? the French blood rose That in despight we lodg'd so neare their nose. 42. Our armie, first, was forced to defende The painfull pioneers, who trenches made; Which once dispacht, a double gain did lende: A sheild from foes, and from the sun a shade. Next after that a mount was rais'd in haste Where all the greatest ordinance was plac'd. 43. Loe! then the batterie begann with speed! On either side was sending still of shott, Noe sparing one another's blood to sheede, While warr dothe laste, or skirmishes be hott. Few Frenchmen peep'd or lookt us in the face But felt our shaftes let flying strait apace. 44. John Dudley, afterwards Duke of Northumberland, but then only Viscount Lisle. Our culverins such knocking peales addrest, Our bombards from the mount did never cease: Our sackers, double, canons, and the rest, Breake downe their walls; and we did still increase. As fish for water, soe they gap'd for aide: But all reliefe, by force of foes, was stayde. 45. When that a month we hadd beseig'd the towne; When victuals, men, and powder waxed scant; When all their forts were well nigh beaten downe; When noe supplie came to relieve their want: Then all agreed them and their towne to yeilde: For they doe hate to fight a pitched feilde. 46. They call'd a...