¶ Howe sir Thomas Mosegraue & the englisshmen were discomfytted by the scottes. And of the deth of the frenche quene. Cap. CCC .xxv. (Book 325)
SIr Thomas Mosegraue and his sonne & the englisshe¦men / who desyred greatly to fynde ye scottes / departed fro Mauros / and toke the waye towardes Morlane / and left the ryuer of Twyde on their left hādes / & went vp a mountayne called saynt Gylle / and there were the scotyshe currours / who ryght well ad¦uysed the englisshmen / and so returned to their company and shewed them all the dealynge of the englisshmen / and howe to their estimacyon they were nat past thre baners / and .x. penons. of the whiche tydinges the scottes were ryght ioyfull / & sayd all with one wyll: let vs go and ryde to them / in the name of god & saynt Gylle for they ar all ours / than they cryed all one cry Duglas saynt Gylle. And they had nat ryden the space of halfe a leage / but they sawe their e∣nemyes / and the englisshmen them. Thā eche party sawe well how it behoued them to fyght. And so ye erle Duglas made his sonne knyght / called sir James / and made hym to reyse his baner / and in lyke wyse so he dyde two sonnes of the kyng of scottes / sir Robert and sir Da∣uyd / and bothe reysed their baners. and there was made a .xxx. knyghtes on the Scottysshe parte / & a knyght of Suede / called sir George of Besmede / who bare in his armes syluer / a myll pyn / gowles / a border endented gowles. Also sir Thomas Mosegraue made his sonne Thomas knyght / & dyuers other of his house in lyke wise so dyd the lorde Stafforde and the lord Gascope / and so they ordred their archers and set them on the wynge / and thenglisshmen cryed that day our lady of Arleton. There be∣ganne a ferse recounter / and archers began to shote / and men of armes began to styrre. The scottes were so great a nombre / that y• archers coulde nat take hede in euery place / there was bytwene the {per}ties many a goodly course of a••∣mes / and many a man ouerthrowen to the erth dyuers taken and reskewed agayne at the be∣gynnynge. Sir Archambalt Duglas was a mighty knight and a ••ygge / and sore feared of his enemyes / whan it came to the aprochynge he lyght a foote / and had in his handes a longe