Disorder, dread, death, noise and darknesse grim,
In blood and gore of slaughtred foes did swim.
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The Prince of Parma.
By the still watch and two strong courts of gard,
Through death, through blood and armes they boldly went,
Vntill they came, where horriblie they scar’d
The prince himselfe sweet sleeping in his tent,
Whom in their power they long’d to circumuent,
Where many a noble wight fast snoring drown’d,