Yet hee repayrde his hoste agayne that fearcely faught, And oft assayde to sley or take the Earle, or mee, And when hee sawe at length his labour vayled naught, And _Britaynes_ with the _Romaynes_ lynked so to bee, Great griefe hee had in them such treason for to see: His losse perdy in war[839] not greude him halfe so sore, [As for to see his people liege erst subiects euermore, To fight agaynst the royall king, which lou’d them so before.[840]] 34. To make it short: the King was faine at length to yeelde The tribute graunted was three thousand pound a yere, Wee bare away the price, wee wan the worthy feelde, And made them frends agayne that bought our fauour dere: I neede no longer staye to tell the story here, Nor yet to gieue my friend the Earle of _London_ blame, Sith by his meanes I wanne to _Rome_ eternall fame, [Though he in _Britayne_ beare for aye a shrowding sheete of shame.] 35. From _Fraunce_ I sent[841] to _Rome_, reporting how Amongst the _Galles_[842] and _Britaynes_ I had sped, I made request by frends, I might be _Consull_ now On my returne agayne, but _Pompeye’s_ hauty hed Did ioyne him selfe with Peeres and armies which he led, Alleadging playne I meant the publique weale t’nuade, They would represse my pryde with might and dint of blade, [And for to meete mee at retourne prouision greate they made.] 36. With speede I came and force, which made them all to flye To _Greece_ from _Rome_ in haste, where they prepared war: For in _Epyrus_ then with souldiers they did lye, This _Pompey_ proude that made the _Romaynes_ with mee iar, Hee at _Dyrrachium_ stayde, to which (though it were far) I led mine hoste,[843] I skirmisht often there, [But hee so valiauntly in armes himselfe did beare,] That from[844] the fight to flye wee soone contented were. 37. On this hee followed fast, in hope to winne the feelde, To _Thessaly_ hee came where I did stay therefore, Our armies met and fearcely faught, not bent to yeelde, Till fifteen hundred men were slayne, or more:[845] But in the end they fled, wee tooke of prisoners store, They durst not dare t’abide the chaunce of _Mars_ to trye, But as they fell before the sworde, and flye,[846] [O souldier holde thy hande, and saue theyr liues (quod I.)] 38.