By her (when hee was deade) I _Sauoye_ had, A countrey fertile famous for the soyle; With liberall giftes the souldiers hartes I glad, To winne the restes good will I tooke some toyle, By banquets, iewels, giftes, or warlike broyle: Stil vsing all the meanes t’obeysaunce them to moue, Eke all the wayes that might allure them me to loue. 22. And settled so in honour greate at rest, Without the feare of forayne foes, or nye: I mused what for _Britayne_ warres was best, Which way I might agayne my quarell trye: Such restles heades haue they that sitte on hye! O poore estate, how blest were thou that sitste below, How happy, safe and sure, if thou thy state couldst know. 23. A councill called for the same intent, I told the Lordes my purpose for the warre, How I to haue my kingdome here was bent, They all agreed to levy nere and farre, Such souldiers good and captaynes stoute that were, They offered seruice eke themselues to fare with mee, To winne the crowne by sworde or els reuenged bee. 24. Concluding thus, a powre prouided was, Munition good, and vitayles, shipping strong, On voyage so with hoysed sayles wee passe, Wee cut the seas and came apace along To _Britayne_ shores in hope to wrecke the wrong That oft before was done, or winne the land agayne Whence whilome twice I was to fly with daunger fayne. 25. When wee were landed here, I herolds sent To claime my Kingdome at his hands, my right, I had them, if hee were not so content, To sound defiaunce, fyre, and sword, and fight: But of my message hee esteemed light, Hee brought an army strong, apointed was the day Of battayle, then to try who beares the Crowne away. 26. This when our mother sawe _Corwenna_ wise, That mortall warres wee wadge for Kingdome sake Shee with her selfe did many wayes deuise, A peace betweene her Martiall sonnes to make, And with the Lords full oft did counsaile take, Yet all in vaine: there could no parle of peace preuayle, But on wee marcht agreed each other to assayle. 27. The feeldes once pight and time of battaile comme, In place where should bee tryde this quarell sad, In armour eke the souldiers all and somme, With all the force that might so soone bee had, We captaynes vsing speach our men to glad, T’incourage them with promise proud of lasting fame: Tweene th’armies both _Corwenna_ stood that noble dame. And thus shee spake: 28.