11.
At Archenbraie, both battels first did braue
Each other with proud proffer for the fight,
There th’ensignes with the wanton winde did waue,
The plume-deckt helmes with gold all horrid bright,
With pale reflection glitter’d in the light,
And 'bout both hosts in troopes the horsemen stood
Like loftie cedars in a thicke-set wood.
12.
When as the trumpe the banefull blast begunne,