Then noble Deuorax, Mars his yongest sonne,
Chear’d vp his troope, “Fellowes in armes,” quoth he,
“The honorable prease let vs not shunne,
Ne with the dread of death dismaied be,
But for your countrie’s glorie follow me:”
Which said, he fiercely charg’d on th’enemie,
And shew’d high proofe of his stout valiancie.
114.
Sir William Russell.
To second him, Russell that martiall knight,