In vain did the Roundheads strive to repulse the attack.

Their numbers melted away as they fell, killed or senseless, from the rain of missiles from above.

Already the column was rent by their assailants on the flanks, and in less than five minutes from the commencement of the assault those who remained on their legs were driven headlong out into Moor Fields.
Loud rose the triumphant cry of the defenders, "God and King Charles." Some hours elapsed before any attempt was made to renew the assault.
Then toward evening fresh troops were brought up from Westminster, and the attack was renewed on two sides.

Still the apprentices held their own.

Attack after attack was repulsed.