And Gwillamore, that did escape the fight,
To his owne kingdome’s bounds we did pursue,
Where we did bring him to his heart’s despight,
Vpon his knees by warre’s impulsiue might,
Forcing him yeeld obedience to our crowne,
By golden tribute yearely paid vs downe.
40.
After this good successe, perceiuing well,
That heauen with sunshine lookes grac’d our affaires,
My hopefull heart with glorie gan to swell,