They pray for mercy!
For mercy, yes, but from God, not you. These men will conquer or die.
Once they were clear of the battle, d'Argentan turned to the king and said: "Sire, your protection was committed to me, but since you are safely on your way, I will bid you farewell for never yet have I fled from a battle, nor will I now." He turned his horse to charge back into the ranks of Scottish, where he was overborne and slain.