In deepest sleepe with death they did confound.
124.
But as their swords they in their foes did sheath,
At last, through massacres, through shrikes and cries
Of sad soules groning in the pangs of death,
On euery side the startled foes did rise,
And shrikt out thicke alarmes to shun surprise,
Crying arme, arme, whereby appall’d with feare,
Th’whole host in sudden throngs all gathered were.
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