Which little did those iarring members know, When with their banner of the fiue wounds spread, And holy-seeming crosse, a fained show Of their vngodly zeale, they first made head At Durham’s towne against their soueraigne dread, Where their first outrage men did vnderstand, In tearing th’holy writs of God’s owne hand. 35. Gainst whom, these great _Heroes_ vp did stand, Renowned _Sussex_, th’eldest sonne of fame, Great _Warwicke_, _Rutland_, and stout _Cumberland_, Bold _Deuorax_, _Howard_ lord of Effingham, Braue lord of Perham _Willowby_ by name, _Scroope_, _Euers_, _Knoles_, all men of famous might, From whom their foes to Scotland tooke their fight. 36. [Sidenote: _L._[eonard] _D._[acre]] And thou braue _Hunsdon_ borne of prince’s blood, Though last in place yet not the least in name, When a disloyall lord vndaunted stood, To bid thee battell, to thy endlesse fame, Thou mad’st him flie the bounded field with shame: ’Gainst whom with thy few troopes, thou didst aduance And authoriz’d high seruice with thy lance. 37. Vpon the bankes, where siluer Chelt doth glide, With his three thousand men in armes well dight, He stoutly stood and did thy charge abide, Gainst whom with fifteene hundred thou didst fight, And forc’d him yeeld vnto thy powerfull might: For heartlesse from the field away he fled To Scotland by, to hide his shamefull hed. 38. And as the lordly lion, king of beasts, When he by chance hath lost his wished prey, Runs roring through the wood, and neuer rests Till he haue truly tract the readie way, Where he may follow his escaped prey: So noble _Hunsdon_ with his conquering crew, His flying foe to Scotland did pursue. 39. [Sidenote: _Anno eodem_ 12.] With that stout sonne of Mars, great _Sussex_ bent, T’inferre reuenge vpon the borderers by For misdemeanor done, much time he spent In making hostile spoile on th’enemie, That sought to succour rebels treacherie: Which done, loden with honor and rich spoile, They made returne vnto their natiue soile. 40. Thus did these lords to their faire virgin queene, Returne with glorie got from euery place, Though at her greatnesse with malignant spleene, Many leaud sonnes of enuie’s hellish race, Did much repine, and sought her name’s disgrace: For spitefull enuie neuer doth repine, But where true vertue’s glorie most doth shine. 41.