And marched forward, flesht with such a fraye.
7.
I past an arme of sea, that would to God
I neuer had bin halfe so bold at fyrst,
I made, to beate myselfe withall, a rod,
When so without[235] theyr realme I venture durst,
But marke my tale, thou heard’st not yet the worst:
As sure I thought the rest to circumuent
By spyes before, they knewe my whole intent.
8.