Whom with fierce furie in our winged course
We did so charge, that we did soone inforce
Their faint retire, which we did swift pursue,
Vntill with open flight from field they flew.
39.
Then were the Kentish vales imbru’d in blood,
Then death was set on foote and thousands fell,
The brackish wanes of Medganara’s flood
With slaughtered bodies 'boue the bankes did swell,
Whose blushing streames the fight far of did tell