And that I feare not, you shall quickly see.
The Admirall slaine.
They struck their Rowells to the bleeding sides
Of their fierce Steeds into the ayre that sprong:
And as their fury at that instant guides:
They thrust themselues into the murth’ring throng,
Where such bad fortune those braue Lords betides:
The Admirall from off his Horse was flong,
For the sterne English downe before them beere
All that withstand, the Pesant and the Peere.