41.
The treacherous duke, the faithlesse man at armes,
Ignoble Edrick thus did counsell mee:
“My liege,” quoth he, “we hazard now more harmes
In pursuit of the flying enemie,
Then earst we did before the victorie,
’Tis best we sound retreate and fall to spoile,
Of these dead foes vpon the sandie soile.
42.
Your men, though bold, yet wearied with the fight,