9.
Tost to and fro, the storme at length ore-blowen,
We did arriue vpon the Danish coast,
Where, in the field the Vandale dreadlesse growen,
Their valours to auouch, did vaunt and boast
Of spoiles and captiues in their conquering host,
’Twixt whom and vs the fight had then begun,
Had night, to part the fray, not twixt vs run.
10.
The night, that giues each deathlesse creature rest,