On whose dissolued life, such deepe remorse

The English tooke, that all with loud exclaime

Rusht on th’Iberians bold, and did enforce

Their speedie flight, then furie did enflame

The souldiers hearts, and in the bloodie game

Of raging Mars, remorselesse they were all,

To wreake reuenge for worthie Wingfield’s fall.

420.

Like angrie lions rob’d of their deare yong,

The houses round about they now inuade,