Nuncius. These odds endure not long, for Mars retires,
And fortune, pleas’d with Arthur’s moderate fear,
Returns more full, and friendlier than her wont.
For when he saw the powers of fates oppos’d,
And that the dreadful hour was hastened on,
Perplexed much in mind at length resolves,
That fear is covered best by daring most.
Then forth he pitch’d: the Saxon duke withstood,
Whom with one stroke he headless sent to hell.
Not far from thence he spied the Irish king,