Vnto his Realme, an army hee addrest:
He warned me I should not seek t’incroatch
That was not mine, for hee was ready prest
Mee to repell: hee wilde mee bee at rest,
I marched one, the armies met, wee fearcely fought,
My souldiers slayne, to saue my selfe by flight I sought.
5.
To Norwaye then I fledde for succour hence,
Where good Elsingus reignde the gentle King:
I tolde him what I was, and eke of whence,