Whom I well mounted on a tall strong steed,
To the maine battell did pursue with speed.
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Where vnder th’ensigne of his royall armes,
T’encounter with the king it was my chance,
Who bent with his owne hands, to wreake his harmes,
Did fiercely charge me with his well-aim’d lance,
’Gainst whom vnknowne my selfe I did aduance,
And in my winged course with staffe in rest,
I gaue the charge vpon his royall brest.