Both parts stood firme, the fight afresh begun:
But Cheldrik lost, the conquest Cador wonne,
Whose spoilfull sword did spare no foes in death,
For Cheldrick’s self did there expire his breath.
36.
Meane time to rescue that bold Britaine king,
Prince Howell, king of little Britanie,
Who ore the gulfie flood his folke did bring,
T’assist vs gainst our common enemie:
Towards Scotland’s bounds wee marched speedilie,