When noble _Nennius_ thus had ended talke, Me thought he vanisht with so sweete a smell,[740] As though the[741] graces all with him had walkte, And what I heard of musicke did excell, Like notes of instruments no tongue can tell, In[742] harmony of such an heauenly noyes, Me seemde they passed all our earthly ioyes. 2. Their tunes declarde the battayle all so right, As if the _Britaynes_ and the _Romaines_ than Had presently in hearing and in sight, A fresh the bloudy battayle all began: Me thought I heard the vertues of the man By notes declarde, and _Cæsar’s_ daungers tolde More plainely then with eyes I might beholde. 3. But when they came to tell of _Cæsar’s_ flight, I saw the _Romaines_ fall me thought full fast, And all the _Britaynes_ chace them euen till night: Wherewith, the sound of _British_ trumpets blast Made me so madde, amazed[743] at the last, I lookt about for sworde or weapon, I To runne with _Britaynes_ cryde, they flie, they flie. 4. Their flight to ships and foyle the trumpets sound, And blewe the victours triumphes at returne: The noyse well nigh my sences did confound, And made my heart with all their loues to burne: But when they gan the wounded _Britaynes_ mourne With doubled wayling shrickes, such cryes they sente And sobbes and sighes, wel nigh my heart they rente. 5. Eke chiefly they at noble _Nennius_ stayde, They seemde with dolefull tunes their notes to riue: And sodaynly his prayse againe they playde, O worthie _Nennius_ for thy factes aliue! The trumpe of fame was straightly chargde reuiue, And keepe, maintaine and celebrate his prayse: Which done, me thought they vanisht[744] quite their wayes. 6. On this in troubled traunce I lay a while,[745] In ioy reioycing what a wight he was, A worthie Duke,[746] that for this noble Ile So fought it forth, a myrrour fayre,[747] a glasse For those aliue: his vertues so surpasse,[748] That[749] for his factes, fight, fortitude, and fame, He well deserues[750] an euerlasting name. 7. At such a time and place is vertue tryde, When manhood may both Prince and countrey please, But such a brunt the valiant will abide, And bende their force to worke their countreye’s ease: They thinke no trauayle loste, by land, or Seas, But venture fortune, goods, life, landes and heale, To fight it out for Prince and publique weale. 8.