"And stryve to cheare that lovelye mayde
In alle her griefe and care:
For well I knowe her gentle hearte
Dyd ever holde mee deare."
And nowe the Englishe hoste drewe neare,
And alle in battle arraye;
Theire shyning swordes and glitt'ring speares
Shot rounde a brilliante raye.
And nowe both valiante hostes cam neare,
Eache other for to slaye;