Their guard slight kept, their men were wearied sore

With hunting after spoile the day before,

Whom to Canute vnknowne could we confound,

Our names I thought, would euer be renown’d.

12.

These thoughts, but newly borne in my great mind,

By secret messengers I did conuent,

The English chiefetaines all, whom I did find

In heart so well inclin’d, that all were bent

With readie hands to strengthen my intent,