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BOUCICAUT. BAYARD.
WE need not search the Catalogue of Saints and Martyrs for a Souldier Furnished before God and men with great and Divine virtues. Behold one a∣mong a thousand, I mean the brave Marshal Boucicaut, who flourished in France under Charles the Sixth. Those petty Rodomonts, who boast of their Duels, but indeed meer cowardise varnished with a glossy colour of va∣lour, durst not behold this most excellent Cavalier, with∣out doing that which was antiently done to the Statues of the Sunne, that is, to put finger on the mouth, and admire. For, not to mention his other acts of prowesse, it is he who was present at that daring Battell which the Turkish Emperour Bajazet waged against the King of Hungary; the Duke of Burgundy, then cal∣led the Count of Nevers, with many other of the French Gentry, being there in person.
The History relateth, that the Turkish Emperour coming to fight with dreadfull forces, began so furi∣ous a charge, the air being darkned with a black cloud of Arrows, that the Hungarians, who were alwayes re∣puted good Souldiers, being much amazed with this fierce assault, fled away. The French, who in all Bat∣tels had ever learned to conquer or dye, not willing to hear so much as the least speech of the name of flight, pierced into the Turkish army, notwithstanding a field of Pikes and stakes fastned in the earth did hinder their approch, and attended by some other Troops, brake the Vangard of the Turks, by the counsell and exam∣ple of this brave Marshall; whereat Bajazet much amazed, was about to retire, but that at the same time it was told him, that it was but a very little hand∣full of Frenchmen that made the greatest resistance, and that it was best for him to assault them. The Turk, who kept his Battalions very fresh, returneth, and fell like lightning upon these poor Souldiers now extreamly wearied. Never did an angry Lyon exercise more vio∣lent force against the Hunters Javelins, then this gene∣rous Cavalier shewed prowesse which shined in the midst of the adventurous Pagans. For, seeing himself at last negligently betraied, he having no other purpose but to sell his own life and those of his companions at as dear a rate as he could, he with the French Cavalry, and some other people that stuck to him, did such feats of Arms, that it was thought twenty thousand Turks were slain in the place. At last this prodigious multi∣tude, able to tire out the most hardy, although it had been but to cut them in pieces, did so nearly encompasse our French, that the Count of Nevers, with Marshall Boucicaut and other the most worthy Personages, were taken Prisoners.
The next day after this dismall Battell, the proud Bajazet sitting under a Pavillion spread for him in the field, caused the prisoners to be brought before him, to drench himself in blood and revenge, which he alwayes most passionately loved.
Never was seen a spectacle more worthy of Com∣passion; The poor Lords who had wrought wonders in Arms, able to move Tygers, were led to the slaugh∣ter, half naked, straight bound with cords and fetters, no regard being had either to their bloud, which was noble, or youth which was pitifull, or their behaviour which was most ravishing; These Saracens ugly and horrible as Devils, set them before the face of the Ty∣rant, who in the twinkling of an eye caused their throats to be cut at his feet, as if he meant to carouse their bloud.
The Count of Nevers, with the Count of Ewe and the Count of Marche had now their heads under the Symiter, and their lives hung as it were by a thread, when Bajazet, who had heard by his interpreters that they were near Kinsmen to the King of France, caused them to be reserved, commanding them to sit at his feet on the ground, where they were enforced to behold the lamentable butchery of their Nobility.
The valiant Boucicaut, covered with a little linnen cloth▪ in his turn was brought forth to be massacred o∣ver the bodies of so many valiant men. He, being wise, and in this extremity particularly inspired by God,