But, loe, like tryall gaynst[1359] his ciuil foe:
Faythe’s worst is tryall, which is reseru’d[1360] to woe:
I passe our scape, and sharp retourning home,
Where we were welcomde with[1361] our wonted sone,
To battayle mayne discendes the empyre’s right,
At Barnet ioynde the hoastes in bloudy fight.
26.
There ioynde three battailes, rangde in such array,
As mought for terrour Alexander fray:
What should I stay to tell the long discourse?