103.
For loe, a Pictish souldier 'mongst the foes
Spake in the British tongue: “Yeeld (O friends) yield,
No more your selues to death in vaine oppose,
Arthur is dead, and with him dead in field
His knights are laid, on whom our hopes did build:”
This spake he with lowd voice in th’heate of fight,
Thereby to turne our battaile into flight:
104.
But I that heard and knew his close intent,