Sans-foy his[°] shield is hangd with bloody hew:
Both those[°] the lawrell girlonds to the victor dew.
VI
A shrilling trompet sownded from on hye,
And unto battaill bad them selves addresse:
Their shining shieldes about their wrestes they tye,
And burning blades about their heads do blesse,
The instruments of wrath and heavinesse:
With greedy force each other doth assayle,