Edward my brother, led the assault and fought
With hundreds hand to hand: how in the ships,
Watching the combat, the old king himself
Could no more be restrained, but forth descending,
For envy of the fight, with agèd hands
Clambered upon the walls, and by his son
Dealt wary strokes of death: till o’er the heaps
Of his own slain, out of his robber nest
Sala ben Sala fled.
Ch.Long live the king!