Amongst his men, a Captaine stout he had,
With whom in fight I made my party good;
Hamonius men him cal’d, who for his blade
In single fight so often I withstood:
At last did worke a wile to shed my blood. N.
He marcht with vs as he a friend had been,
And when we came to fight he shew’d a face
Of comfort and bold courage ’gainst his men:
And when they fled, and we pursu’d the chace,