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TIdynges came in to the felde to the kyng of Castyle and to his companye / who were aprochynge to Iube∣roth by thē that fledde / who cāe cryeng with great feare and sayd. sir kyng auaunce your selfe / for all they of ye vowarde are outher taken or slayne / there is no remedy of their de∣lyueraunce /
without it be by your puyssaunce / And whan the kyng of Castyle herde those ti∣dyng{is} he was sore displeased / for he had good cause / for it touched hym nere. Than he cōmaū¦ded to ryde on and sayd auaūce for the baners / in the name of god and saynt George / lette vs ryde to the rescue / sithe our men haue nede ther¦of. Than the spaynierdes began to ryde a bet∣ter pase cloose toguyder in good order / and by that tyme the sonne was nere downe / thā some sayd it were best to abyde tyll the mornyng / by¦cause it was so nere night / they said they coude make but an easy iourney. The kynge wolde they shulde sette on incontynent / and layde his reasons and said. What / shall we leaue our ene¦myes in rest nowe they be wery / to gyue them leysar te refresshe them selfe / whosoeuer do gy∣ue that counsayle loueth nat myne honoure. Than they rode forthe makyng great noyse & brunt / with so wnyng of trumpettes & tabours to abasshe therwith their enemyes. nowe shall I shewe you what the kyng of Portugale dyd and his company.
AS soone as they had discōfited the vo∣warde and taken their prisoners / and that they sawe none other batayle comyng wt∣in their sight yet for all that they wolde put no trust in their first vyctorie. Therfore they sent sixe notable persons to go and aui••we the coū¦trey / to se if they shulde haue any more to do: They that rode forthe came and sawe the kyn¦ge of Castelles great batayle comyng to them warde / fast approchynge to Iuberothe / more than twentie thousande horsmen. Than they retourned as fast as they might / and sayde all an highe to the people. Sirs aduyse you well for as yet we haue done nothyng. beholde yon¦der cometh the kyng of Castyle with his great batayle / with mo than twentie thousande men there is none taryed behynde. Whā they herde those tidynges they toke shorte counsayle whi¦che was of necessyte. Than incontynent they ordayned a pyteous dede. for euery man was cōmaunded on payne of dethe to slee their pri∣soners without mercy / noble / gentyll / ryche / nor other / none except. Than the lordes / knigh¦tes / and squyers that were prisoners were in a harde case / for there was no prayer that auay∣led them fro the dethe / and so they were slayne some in one place and some in another as they were spredde abrode vnarmed / wenyng to ha¦ue ben saued but they were nat. To say trouth it was great pytie for euery man slewe his pri¦soner / and he that dyd nat / other men slewe th•• in their handes: And the portugaloys and the Englysshmen who had gyuen that counsayle / sayd it was better to slee than to be slayne / For if we kylle them nat / whyle we be a fightynge they wyll escape and slee vs / for the•• is no trust in a mānes enemy. thus was slayne by great mischiefe the lorde of Longnache / sir Peter of Byerne / the lorde of Lespres / the lorde of By∣••rne / the lorde of Boordes / sir Bertrande of Bergues / the lorde of Morayne / sir Raymōde of Douzanche / sir Iohan of Fologe / sir Ma∣nant of Sarenen / sir Peter of Salybers / sir Stephyn Valentyne / sir Raymon Courase / sir Peter Hansame / and to the nombre of thre hundred squyers of Byerne and of Fraunce / sir Iohan of Rue / sir Geffray Richon / sir Gef∣fray Partenay / and diuers other. Lo / beholde the great yuell aduenture that felle that satur∣day / for they slewe as many good prisoners as wolde well haue ben worthe one with another / foure hundred thousande frankes.