Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
The phantasie presenting euerie howre
Th’apperance of such thoughts did so excite
My furie ’gainst the foe, that all my powre
I muster’d for the field, and _Howel_, hight
Of litle Brittaine prince, a valiant knight,
Allide to me by blood, did crosse the maine
To purchase honor with his martiall traine.
22.
Here could I sing the deeds of warre to thee,
Whereby my famous conquests thou should know,
How heauen did grace me with such victorie,
That in twelue battailes I did ouerthrow
The mightie forces of my warlike foe;
And by my valor, how I did expell
Those Saxon foes, which here long time did dwell.
23.
Hight _Colgrim_ greatest amongst Saxon kings
I first subdu’d with honour’d victorie,
But happie he vpon the wind-like wings
Of hastie speed to saue himselfe did flie
Ouer the seas broad backe to Germanie:
Yet could he not escape vntimely death,
But here in Britaine breath’d he his last breath.
24.
Vnto his friends, when he in safetie came,
He could not shun th’edict of destinie:
But backt by them he proudly did proclame
T’inferre swift vengeance on our Britannie,
If he were not restor’d to dignitie:
Which I disdain’d and did prepare for fight:
Because to that he claim’d he had no right.
25.
And in a faire field by those bathes apart,
Which _Bladud_ sometimes king of Britanie
Had founded by the depth of powerfull art,
My tents I pight: for there did fates decree,
That great king _Colgrim’s_ ouerthrow should bee:
Whose mightie force my folke at first did dread,
Which by three kings was in Battalia led.
26.
For first did _Bladulf_ brother to this king,
Conduct the vaunt gard for this valiancie,
Next _Chelderick_ vnto the field did bring
His Germaine powers, the strokes of death to trie,
Who was a mightie prince in Germanie,
And in the rereward _Colgrim’s_ selfe did lead
The Picts to fight, a people full of dread.
27.
The battailes ioin’d, each aduerse part opposde
Their strength to strength, the aire with dreadfull sound
Of souldier’s shouts did echo as they closde,
And each one equallie gaue wound for wound,
Till with the foes fresh strength, which did abound,
My men opprest to flight began to fall,
Whom thus with mouing words I did recall.
28.
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