Some on the hinder partes their panches fed.
Yet fought I still to scape, if it might bee,
Till they my panting[403] horse puld downe with mee.
14.
Then was I hopelesse to escape their iawes,
They fastned all their holders fast on mee:
And on my royall robes they set their clawes:
My Princely presence, nor my high degree
Moou’d them no more obeysaunt for to bee,
Nor of my corps to take no more remorce,