The Chivalry of the English Army

I am degenerate by the pretty theories of what theycalled their chivalry. Far be it from me to say the english army was all one pack of bloodhounds. War is ever a rough game. The country was foreign, and the adventure we were on was bold and desperate. Therefore these things were done, and chiefly by the unruly regiments and the scullion irish who followed in our rear led by knights of ill repute or none. These hung like carrion crows about our flanks and rear, and after each fight, stole armour from dead warriors bolder hands had slain and burnt and thieved from high and low,. And butchered like