With which of late your tongues did oft abound,
Saying one hundred with their powerfull swords
A thousand hartlesse foemen should confound,
To your owne shame, alas, this shall redown’d,
Vnlesse with speed ye turne couragious hed,
And make them flie from whom yee lately fled.”
30.
All th’host applauding my high valiancie
With deepe impression of my words being driuen,
Did break into the midst of th’enemie,