Aumale. What spirit breathes thus in this more then man,
Turnes flesh to ayre possest, and in a storme
Teares men about the field like autumne leaves?
He turnd wilde lightning in the lackies hands,
Who, though their sodaine violent twitch unhorst him,15
Yet when he bore himselfe, their saucie fingers
Flew as too hot off, as hee had beene fire.
The ambush then made in, through all whose force
Hee drave as if a fierce and fire-given canon
Had spit his iron vomit out amongst them.20