Not fear’d, in midst of dust, of death and blood,
Th’extreamest of his vtmost strength to show,
To winne his soueraigne’s weale by his owne woe:
Where he, braue lord, by friends vnkindlie left,
In manlie fight was of his life bereft.
88.
For in my cheefest hope to winne the day,
Appointed by the heauen’s most iust decree,
My souldiers in the forefront shranke away,
Which heauie newes declared was to mee