[But hee so valiauntly in armes himselfe did beare,]
That from[844] the fight to flye wee soone contented were.
37.
On this hee followed fast, in hope to winne the feelde,
To Thessaly hee came where I did stay therefore,
Our armies met and fearcely faught, not bent to yeelde,
Till fifteen hundred men were slayne, or more:[845]
But in the end they fled, wee tooke of prisoners store,
They durst not dare t’abide the chaunce of Mars to trye,
But as they fell before the sworde, and flye,[846]