Tantara teares alarme, the fluits fight, fight anewe,
And there awhile the Romaynes fell to grounde:
The trompet blasts, cryes, stroakes and shoutes to skyes resounde,[1094]
They fall, fall, fly, the fluits; downe, downe, the drommes doe cry:
Where on the Romaynes sounde retrayte, and fayne [themselues] to fly.
12.
My souldiers all to rashe had broake araye,
The Romayne reare warde cast aboute with speede,
And both theyr winges enclosed vs eache waye,
Theyr mayne likewise to keepe aray gaue heede.