And forc’d the Pagan Pyrrus from the field,
Who fled, and made faire Antioch wals his shield.
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Whom we pursu’d, and by the siluer streames
Of swift Orontes, where the king of light
Vpon our armes did cast his golden beames,
Our troopes did tracke the foe-men, turn’d to flight,
Till Antioch towers shot vp themselues in sight,
Whose pride we menac’d with victorious armes,
And shooke it in long siege with loud alarmes.