With wicked steele their grandames ribs had tore,
To glut their spacious wombes with golden ore,
Whom Frobisher did send with all their treasure,
To be dispos’d at his Elizae’s pleasure.
343.
Meane time, stout Crosse and Borrough valiant knight,
Against that monster of the fleet of Spaine,
The Madre Dios, did a noble fight
Before those ilands many houres maintaine,
Whom by plaine strength, at length they did constraine