Themselues so fast into the English lock,
That th’one was like the other downe to beare,
In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.
Still staggering long they from each other reel’d,
Glad that themselues they so could disingage:
And falling back vpon the spacious field
(For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage)
Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld,
They with such madnesse execute their rage;
As though the former fury of the day,