THe Enemy sallyed forth at East-bridge about eight in the morning, with One thousand Foot and Three hun­dred Horse, and fell on our guard very suddenly, and surprised some of them being countrey-men, the rest retreated to the main guard: Colonel Whaley perceiving what [Page 4] advantage the Enemy had got, presently advanced with his horse and got between them and home, whilest the Tower Regiment ad­vanced towards the Front, and routed both Horse and Foot toge­ther, and took about One hun­dred prisoners, the most of them miserably wounded, the Soldiers giving them a payment for their poysoned Bullets: About Twen­ty of the Enemy was slain on the place, most Gentlemen, their good apparel and white skins speak no less: Lieutenant Colonel Weston, eldest Son to Sir Richard Weston, and two Captains more were ta­ken prisoners, they confess they [Page 5] were One thousand Foot, besides Horse; and some of the prisoners say, a Colonel was slain on the place, where their Foot fell; the Retreat was so hasty, that our two Drakes which they surprised at East-bridge, they left behinde, so that we gained them, the house and Turnpike, where we former­ly were: Lieut: Colonel Sham­broke was shot in the body, the Bullet since taken out, and we finde it poysoned, boyled in Cop­price; our Soldiers hope to be re­venged of them the next engage­ment for this poysoned Bullet: Captain Moody who commanded a Troop of Suffolk horse, was ta­ken [Page 6] prisoner, ingaging the Enemy very boldly in person; one Soldier had his Leg shot off with a great Bullet, and some wounded. The Enemy was this day so sufficient­ly beaten, that unless hunger, which breaks stone walls, inforce them to play their last game, they will no more appear.