Neerwinden was a spectacle at which the oldest soldiers stood aghast.

The streets were piled breast high with corpses.

Among the slain were some great lords and some renowned warriors.

Montchevreuil was there, and the mutilated trunk of the Duke of Uzes, first in order of precedence among the whole aristocracy of France.

Thence too Sarsfield was borne desperately wounded to a pallet from which he never rose again.