And thou braue Hunsdon borne of prince’s blood,
Though last in place yet not the least in name,
When a disloyall lord vndaunted stood,
To bid thee battell, to thy endlesse fame,
Thou mad’st him flie the bounded field with shame:
’Gainst whom with thy few troopes, thou didst aduance
And authoriz’d high seruice with thy lance.
37.
Vpon the bankes, where siluer Chelt doth glide,
With his three thousand men in armes well dight,