Selections from Daniel's Civill Wars, Book IV
(The battle of Shrewsbury)
No. 37
And yet, undaunted Hotspur, seeing the King
So neere arriv'd; leaving the work in hand, . . .
Brings on his army, eger vnto fight;
And plac't the same before the king in sight.
No. 38
"This day (saith he) my valiant trusty friends,
"Whatever it shall give, shal glory give;
"This day, with honor, frees our state, or ends
"Our misery with fame, that still shal live:
"And doo but thinke, how well the same he spends,
"Who spends his blood, his Country to relieve.
"What? Have we hands, and shall we servile bee?
"Why were swordes made? but, to preserve men free.
No. 45
Forthwith, began these fury-moving sounds.
The notes of wrath, the musicke brought from Hell,
The ratling drums (which trumpets voyce confounds)
The cryes, th' incouragements, the shouting shrill;
That, all about, the beaten ayre rebounds
Confused thundring-murmurs horrible. . . .
No. 48
There, lo that new-appearing glorious starre,
Wonder of armes, the terror of the field,
Young Henrie, labouring where the stoutest are,
And even the stoutest forceth backe to yeeld. . . .
No. 52
And never worthy Prince a day did quit
With greater hazard, and with more renowne
Than thou didst, mighty [1]Henrie, in this fight;
Which onely made thee owner of thine owne. . . .
No. 53
And deare it cost, and much good blood is shed
- ↑ The King.
