And cri’d: “Where’s Williams? where is Williams hight?”
To whom againe one answer’d amongst the foes,
“Pursue, pursue with speed, before he goes:”
Thus cloudie night this worthie wight did saue,
Who shun’d his foes, and fled his darksome graue.
127.
These were the foster children of that nurse,
England’s Minerua, queene of glorie bright,
Who through the paths of warre their way did force,
In armes to get true honor’s meed by might,