CHAPTER LXII. The Battle of Neville's Cross.

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THE Queen of England, who was very anxious to defend her kingdom and guard it from all disturbers, in order to show that she was in earnest about it came herself to Newcastle-upon-Tyne. She took up her residence there, to wait for the forces she expected from different parts of the kingdom. The Scots, who were informed that Newcastle was the place of rendezvous of the English army, advanced thither, and sent their vanguard to skirmish near the town; who, on their return, burnt some hamlets adjoining to it. The smoke and flames came into the town, which made the English impatient to sally out upon those who had done this mischief; but their leaders would not permit them. On the morrow the King of Scotland, with full forty thousand men, including all sorts, advanced within three short English miles of Newcastle, and took up his quarters on the land of the Lord Neville. He sent to inform the army in the town, that, if they were willing to come forth, he would wait for them, and give them battle. The barons and prelates of England sent for answer, that they accepted his offer, and would risk their lives with the realm of their lord and king. They sallied out, in number about twelve hundred men at arms, three thousand archers, and seven thousand other men, including the Welsh. The Scots posted themselves opposite to the English, and each army was drawn out in battle-array.

The Queen of England came to the place where her army was, and remained until it was drawn out in four battalions. The first was under the command of the Bishop of Durham and the Lord Percy; the second, under the Archbishop of York and the Lord Neville; the third, under the Bishop of Lincoln and Lord Mowbray; the fourth was commanded by Lord Baliol, governor of Berwick, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and the Lord Roos. Each battalion had its just proportion of men at arms and archers, as was expedient. The queen now advanced among them, and entreated them to do their duty well in defending the honor of their lord and king, and urged them, for the love of God, to fight manfully. They promised her that they would acquit themselves loyally, to the utmost of their power, and perhaps better than if the king had been there in person. The queen then took her leave, and recommended them to the protection of God and St. George. The two armies were soon after in motion, and the archers on each side began to shoot; but those of the Scots did not long continue it, while the English shot incessantly. When the battalions were got into close combat, the engagement was sharp and well fought.

The battle began about nine o’clock, and lasted until noon. The Scots had very hard and sharp axes, with which they dealt deadly blows; but at last the English gained the field, though it cost them dear by the loss of their men. On the part of the Scots, there fell in the field the Earl of Sys, the Earl Dostre, the Earl Patris, the Earl of Furlant, the Earl Dastredure, the Earl of Mar, the Earl John Douglas, Sir Alexander Ramsay who bore the king’s banners, and many other barons, knights, and squires. The King of Scotland was taken prisoner, fighting most gallantly, and badly wounded before he was captured by a squire of Northumberland named John Copeland; who, as soon as he got him, pushed through the crowd, and with eight other companions rode off, and never stopped until he was distant from the field of battle about fifteen miles. He came about vespers to Ogle Castle, on the river Blythe, and there declared that he would not surrender his prisoner, the King of Scotland, to man or woman, except to his lord the King of England. That same day were taken prisoners the Earls of Murray and March, Lord William Douglas, Lord Robert de Wersy, the Bishops of Aberdeen and St. Andrews, and many other barons and knights. There were about fifteen thousand slain, and the remainder saved themselves as well as they could. This battle was fought near Newcastle, in the year 1346, on a Saturday preceding Michaelmas Day.

[The old ballad of “Durham Feilde” sings the battle of Neville’s Cross described in the foregoing chapter, calling it “Durham Field” after the Bishop of Durham, who led the English. The poem is divided into two parts, of which only the second is here given on account of its length. The First Part relates, in true old-servant style, how the King of Scotland was informed that the King of England was gone into France with all his soldiers, leaving none behind but “Shepherds and millers, And priests with shaven crowns;” whereupon “the King of Scots in a study stood,” and resolved to seize such a favorable moment to overrun England in the absence of its king. He calls together his lords, and in a boastful mood proceeds to divide out the whole of England among them, as if he had nothing to do but march forward and take possession. Presently, however, his army is confronted with “the comminaltye of litle England;” the King of Scots brags that

“They be but English knaves,
But shepherds and millers both,
And mass priests with their staves;”

and sends his herald to view them. When the herald returns,

“Who leads those lads?” said the King of Scots,
“Thou herald, tell thou me.”
The herald said, “The Bishop of Durham
Is captain of that companye;
For the Bishop hath spread the King’s banner,
And to battell he buskes him boune.”[14]
“I sweare by St. Andrewe’s bones,” saies the King,
“I’ll rapp that priest on the crowne!”

But presently a very different tale is told in

PART II.

The King looked towards litle Durham,
& that hee well beheld,
that the Earle Percy was well armed,
with his battell axe entred the feild.
the King looket againe towards litle Durham,
4 ancyents[15] there see hee;
there were to[16] standards, 6 in a valley,
he cold not see them with his eye.
My Lord of yorke was one of them,
my lord of Carlile was the other;
& my Lord ffluwilliams,
the one came with the other.
the Bishopp of Durham commanded his men,
& shortlye he them bade,
‘that never a man shold goe to the feild to fight
til he had served his god.’
500 priests said masse that day
in durham in the feild;
& afterwards, as I hard say,
they bare both speare & sheeld.
the Bishopp of Durham orders himselfe to fight
with his battell axe in hand;
he said, “this day now I will fight
as long as I can stand!”
“& soe will I,” sayd my Lord of Carlile,
“in this faire morning gay;”
“& soe will I,” said my Lord ffluwilliams,
“for Mary, that myld may.”[17]
our English archers bent their bowes
shortlye and anon,
they shott over the Scottish oast
& scantlye toucht a man.
“hold downe your hands,” sayd the Bishopp of Durham,
“my archers good & true.”
the 2? shoote that thÉ[18] shott
full sore the Scottes itt rue.
the Bishopp of Durham spoke on hye
that both partyes might heare,
“be of good cheere, my merrymen all,
the Scotts flyen,[19] & changen there cheere!
but as thÉ saidden, soe thÉ didden,
they fell on heapes hye;
our Englishmen laid on with their bowes
as fast as they might dree.
The King of Scotts in a studye stood
amongst his companye,
an arrow stoke him thorrow the nose
& thorrow his armorye.
The King went to a marsh side
& light beside his steede,
and leaned him down on his sword hilt,
to let his nose bleede.
there followed him a yeoman of merry England,
his name was John of Coplande;
“yeeld thee Traytor!” saies Coplande then,
“thy liffe lyes in my hand.”
“how shold I yeeld me?” sayes the King,
“& thou art noe gentleman.”
“noe, by my troth,” sayes Copland there,
“I am but a poore yeoman;”
“what art thou better then I, Sir King?
tell me if that thou can!
what art thou better then I, Sir King,
now we be but man to man?”
the King smote angerly at Copland then,
angerly in that stonde;
& then Copland was a bold yeoman,
& bore the King to the ground.
he sett the King upon a Palfrey,
himselfe upon a steede,
he tooke him by the bridle rayne,
towards London he can[20] him Lead.
& when to London that he came,
the King from ffrance was new come home.
& there unto the King of Scottes
he sayd these words anon,
“how like you my shepards & my millers,
my priests with shaven crownes?”
“by my fayth, they are the sorest fighting men
that ever I mett on the ground;
“there was never a yeoman in merry England
but he was worth a Scottish knight!”
“I,[21] by my troth,” said King Edward, & laughe,
“for you fought all against the right.”
but now the Prince of merry England
worthilye under his Sheelde
hath taken the King of ffrance
at Poytiers in the ffeelde.
the Prince did present his father with that food,[22]
the lovely King off ffrance,
& fforward of his Iourney he is gone:
god send us all good chance!
“you are welcome, brothers!” sayd the King of Scotts,
to the King of ffrance,
“for I am come hither too soone;
Christ leeve that I had taken my way
unto the court of Roone!”
“& soe wold I,” said the King of ffrance,
“when I came over the streame,
that I had taken my Iourney
unto Ierusalem.”
Thus ends the battell of ffaire Durham
in one morning of may,
the battell of Cressey, & the battle of Potyers,
All within one monthes day.
then was welthe and welfare in mery England,
Solaces, game, & glee,
& every man loved other well,
& the King loved good yeomanrye
but God that made the grasse to growe,
& leaves on greenwoode tree,
now save & keepe our noble King,
& maintaine good yeomanry!
ffinis.]
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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