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m many a hard-fought field, belming his bead; .
There was amid the garrison :
The battle-axe, and smote upon the lance
* I have met with one instance in the English history, and only one, of throwing the spear after the manner of the ancients. It is in the chronicle of Howes." 1442. The 30th of January, a challenge was done in Smithfield within lists, before the King; the one Sir Philip de Beawse of Arragon a Knight, and the other an Esquire of the King's house called John Ausley or Astley. These comming to the fielde, tooke their tents, and there was the Knight's Sonne made Knight by the King, and so brought again to his father's tent. Then the Heralds of Armes called them by name to doe their bat. tell, and so they came both, all armed, with their weapons ; the Knight came with his sword drawn, and the Esquire 'with his speare. The Esquire cast his speare against the Knight, 'but the Knight avoiding it with his sword cast it to the ground. Then the Esquire took his axe and went against the Knight suddenly, on whom he stroke many strokes, hard and sore upon his basenet, and on his hand, and made him loose and let fall his axe to the ground, and brast up hig limbes three times, and caught his dagger and would have smitten him in the face, 'for to have slaine him in the field ; and then the King cried hoo, and so they were departed and went to their tents, and the King dubbed John Astley Knight "Por his valiant Torney, and the Knight of Arragon offered his armes at Windsor.”
Shrunk from the flying death ; yet not in vain
+ The corselet was chiefly worn by pikemen..
Gaze on-then heart-sick turn to her poor babe,
The enraged Knight
Kear that death-doing man. Amid their bost Was one who well could from the stubborn bow Shower bis sharp shafts: well skill'd in wood-craft be, Eren as the merry Outlaws who their haunts In Sherwood held, and bade their bugles rouse The sleeping stag, ere on the web-woven grass The dew-drops sparkled to the rising sun. He safe in distance at the warrior aim'd The featherid dart; with force he drew the bow; Loud on his bracer struck the sounding string : And swift and strong the well-winged arrow fled. Deep in his shield it hung; then Conrade rais'd Again his echoing voice, and called for aid, Nor was the call unheard : the troops of France, From St. Loup's captur'd fort along the wall Haste to the portal ; cheering was the sound Of their near footsteps to the Chief; he drew His falchion forth, and down the steps he rush'd. Then terror seized the English, for their foes Swarm'd thro' the open portal, and the sword