T’approch their campe, before he came in sight,
They fled away befriended by the night,
Nor stai’d they till they made great Lisbon gate,
Their safe asylum gainst all aduerse fate.
319.
Meane time, that sea-fam’d captaine worthie Drake,
Twice fortie martiall ships well man’d for fight,
In seas did sinke, did burne, did spoile and take;
Mongst whom Saint Iohn de Colerado hight,
Third vnto none in building and in might,