The ground did shake, and rent, and tempests rise,
The haylestones mighty fall, the thunders rore
The lightnings flasheing dazled all our eyes,
The Britaynes from th’assaute were ouer bore,[648]
My souldiers slayne discomfit mee before,
And I sore wounded, foule amazde, orecome with [toile and] smart,
T’escape the Greekishe sword [and shame] did perce my selfe to th’harte.[649]
85.
You noble captaynes now that know my facts,
Learne valiauntly in warres the sword to wend,