66.
As they thus prai’d, I arm’d me for the fight,
And being mounted on a sprightfull steed,
When ’twixt both armies I appear’d in sight,
My terrible aspect did terror breed
Vnto the aduerse part, but hope did feed
My souldier’s sight to see my goodly grace,
My stout demeanor, and my stately pace.
67.
As Priam’s Hector on the barren plaine,