“Yee emptie harted sonnes of _Brute_,” quoth I, “Not worthie valiant _Brutus_ farre-spred name, What great defame of your big formes will flie Throughout this world’s whole round, if this great shame Of shamefull flight, yee doe not streight reclaime? Where will ye boldly fight and scorne recoile, If not in fight for your owne natiue soyle? 29. Are these th’effects of those same glorious words, With which of late your tongues did oft abound, Saying one hundred with their powerfull swords A thousand hartlesse foemen should confound, To your owne shame, alas, this shall redown’d, Vnlesse with speed ye turne couragious hed, And make them flie from whom yee lately fled.” 30. All th’host applauding my high valiancie With deepe impression of my words being driuen, Did break into the midst of th’enemie, Where cuffe for cuffe on either side was giuen, The noise of which flew ecchoing vp to heauen, And with the thunder claps of clashing armes Made aire to sigh with sound of humane armes. 31. The skirmish burn’d, both parts did equall beare Their heads aloft in this daye’s bloodie fight, All stood it out, none stoopt to seruile feare, Their swords made mutuall wounds, and in their sight Their friends each where in field lay reft of light: The earth made drunke with blood did then abound, With fruites of death thick strow’d vpon the ground. 32. But when the trampling steedes of heauen’s bright sun Fell to the seas and left Olympus steepe, And when the king of flames began to run His golden head into the wauie deep, When out of east bright Venus gan to peep, Our strength increast, which conquest did diuine, Our foes shrunke back, their valor did decline. 33. For when king _Colgrim_ by my launce strook dead, And _Bladuff_ by my power cast downe as low, With their gigantike bulkes the earth did spread, The foes with one consent their backes did show, To saue each other in that common woe: With whom hight _Cheldrike_ fled, who for the spoile Of this our land had left his natiue soile. 34. Who being shrouded with the night’s black wing, Trusting that she would his designements hide, Tooke towards the marrin strand, in hope to bring His folk disperst, in darknesse vndescride, Vnto his ships, which then at shore did ride: But death betwixt them and their nauie stood, Our natiue earth drunk vp their stranger blood. 35.