The stout duke _Cador_, that illustrate knight, Pursu’d the flier till the rising sun Descride the foes, who turning from their flight, Both parts stood firme, the fight afresh begun: But _Cheldrik_ lost, the conquest _Cador_ wonne, Whose spoilfull sword did spare no foes in death, For _Cheldrick’s_ self did there expire his breath. 36. Meane time to rescue that bold Britaine king, Prince _Howell_, king of little Britanie, Who ore the gulfie flood his folke did bring, T’assist vs gainst our common enemie: Towards Scotland’s bounds wee marched speedilie, Where gainst the barbarous Picts he was the barre, While gainst the Saxon we did wage the warre. 37. But he vnable to sustaine their force, Which th’Irish _Guillamore_, th’assistant king, In person did support with foote and horse, Of whose alarmes the countrie round did ring, Did send to vs requiring vs to bring Our powers, with expedition to suppresse The foe’s haut pride, and succour his distresse. 38. Of which when I did heare, as from the skie A tempest stooping on the deepe’s profound, Hurles waues on waues in heapes, and makes them flie Before his rage, so with the horrid sound Of dreadfull warre into the Pictish bound I entred with my host, and in the way For fire and sword made all the passage pray. 39. The foe’s stout pride we did in field subdue, And _Gwillamore_, that did escape the fight, To his owne kingdome’s bounds we did pursue, Where we did bring him to his heart’s despight, Vpon his knees by warre’s impulsiue might, Forcing him yeeld obedience to our crowne, By golden tribute yearely paid vs downe. 40. After this good successe, perceiuing well, That heauen with sunshine lookes grac’d our affaires, My hopefull heart with glorie gan to swell, Bidding me seeke by fame in forren warres, To fixe my name amongst the golden starres, And leaue a name on earth to liue for aye, When rapt in mould my limbes forgotten lay. 41. This stout suggestion of my mightie mind, Made me despise foule ease and pleasures light, Which softens th’heart, strikes strong desier blind, Drownes all eternitie in depth of night, And leaues reproch for prise of such delight: For fame liues not, except for vertue’s merit, Deeds of delite on earth no place inherit. 42.