And made abought as t’were some Britayne lost his place,
Or broken out of ray, hee spyde an oape at mee,
Which done, his men retyrde, and wee pursude the chace.
Come on my mates (quoth hee) the Romaynes flye apace,
In Britishe tongue hee spake, and sayd, They flye, they flye;
Our hostages him taught that time at Rome did lye,
Whereby they deemde him all a Britayne, as did I.][934]
8.
As wee pursude, in mee hee thrust [the fatall][935] blade,
Betweene my armour splints hee gaue the wound,