[Amongst his armies stout a Captayne fearce hee had,
With whom encountring oft I made my party good,
Hamonius men hym cald, and hee was more then mad,
Because his might so often fearcely I withstood:
At last hee wrought a wyle which way to shed my bloud,][933]
Hee clad him selfe as hee a Britayne [souldier] weare,
Like armour, sword, and target did hee beare,
[And bad the Romaynes of the field to take no feare.]
7.
[Amongst the rest hee road, perceauing nothing wee,