Vpon our steps in fight did conquest wait,
Death’s terror did the foe-men’s strength abate,
Whose hands fell strengthlesse downe, being all inclin’d
To flie with shame, and leaue vs fame behind.
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They fled, and we did eager pursuit make:
But sad report on fame’s vnluckie wing,
With fatall tidings did vs ouertake,
How all our Britaine ocean round did ring
With Mordred’s deeds aspiring to be king,