CHÀP. CXXIX. f H* ENGLISH ON 'TJHE MORROW, AGAIN DEFBAT THE FRENCH. ^yBEN, on this Saturday night, the Englilh heard no more hooting or fhouting, nor any more crying out to particular lords, or their ban-ners, they looked upon the field as their own, and their enemies as beaten. They made great fires, and lighted torches becaufe of the obfcurity of the night. King Edward then came down from his poll, who ail that day had not put on his helmet, and, with his whole battalion, advanced to the prince of Wales, whom he em-braced in his arms and kifled, and faid„ ' Sweet fon, God give you good perfeverance : you are my fon, for moft loyally have you acquitted yourfelf this day : you are worthy to be a fovereign.' The prince bowed down very low, and humbled him-felf, giving all honour to the king his father* The Englilh, during the night, made frequent thankfgivings to the Lord, for the happy iffue of the day, and without rioting ; for the king had forbidden all riot or noife. On the Sunday morning, there was fo great a fog that one could fcarcely fee the diftance of half an acre. The king ordered a detachment from the army, under the command of the two marlhals, confifting of about five hundred lances and two thoufand archers, to make, an excurfion, and fee 4 . if 170