That bold partisan, accompanied by the mad Welshman, Roger Williams, at the head of one hundred and thirty English lances and thirty of Schenk’s men, made a wild nocturnal attempt to cut their way through the besieging force, and penetrate to the city.  They passed through the enemy’s lines, killed all the corps-de-garde, and many Spanish troopers—­the terrible Martin’s own hand being most effective in this midnight slaughter—­and reached the very door of Parma’s tent, where they killed his secretary and many of his guards.  It was even reported; and generally believed, that Farnese himself had been in imminent danger, that Schenk had fired his pistol at him unsuccessfully, and had then struck him on the head with its butt-end, and that the Prince had only saved his life by leaping from his horse, and scrambling through a ditch.  But these seem to have been fables.  The alarm at last became general, the dawn of a summer’s day was fast approaching; the drums beat to arms, and the bold marauders were obliged to effect their retreat, as they best might, hotly pursued by near two thousand men.  Having slain many of, the Spanish army, and lost nearly half their own number, they at last obtained shelter in Wachtendonk.

Soon afterwards the place capitulated without waiting for a battery, upon moderate terms.  Schenk’s wife was sent away (28 June 1586) courteously with her family, in a coach and four, and with as much “apparel” as might be carried with her.  His property was confiscated, for “no fair wars could be made with him.”

Thus, within a few weeks after taking the field, the “dejected, melancholy” man, who was so “out of courage,” and the soldiers who were so “marvellously beginning to run away”—­according to the Earl of Leicester—­had swept their enemy from every town on the Meuse.  That river was now, throughout its whole course, in the power of the Spaniards.  The Province of Brabant became thoroughly guarded again by its foes, and the enemy’s road was opened into the northern Provinces.

Leicester, meantime, had not distinguished himself.  It must be confessed that he had been sadly out-generalled.  The man who had talked of following the enemy inch by inch, and who had pledged himself not only to protect Grave, and any other place that might be attacked, but even to recover Antwerp and Bruges within a few weeks, had wasted the time in very desultory operations.  After the St. George feasting, Knewstub sermons, and forces of Hercules, were all finished, the Earl had taken the field with five thousand foot and fifteen hundred horse.  His intention was to clear the Yssel; by getting possession of Doesburg and Zutphen, but, hearing of Parma’s demonstrations upon Grave, he abandoned the contemplated siege of those cities, and came to Arnheim.  He then crossed the Rhine into the Isle of Batavia, and thence, after taking a few sconces of inferior importance—­while Schenk, meanwhile, was building on the Island of Gravenweert, at the bifurcation of the Rhine and Waal, the sconce so celebrated a century later as ‘Schenk’s Fort’ (Schenkenschans)—–­he was preparing to pass the Waal in order to attack Farnese, when he heard to his astonishment, of the surrender of Grave.