Whom we did fast pursue with deadly hate
From place to place, vntill vntimely fate
Did by one battell shut vp all our strife
In Mordred’s death, and losse of my deare life.
96.
A second field at Winchester we won,
Where many foes in fight were stricken dead,
'Mongst whom false Mordred his blacke death did shun,
Who with his friends although from field he fled:
Yet t’hazard fortune once more he made hed,