For which in spight of her death-threatning foes, As high as heau’n, he did exalt her name, And did his blacke death-darting hand oppose Against her brauing foes, that proudly came With all their power gainst such a royall dame, Whose mightie fleete, fifteene yeares worke of wonder, Now launcht into the seas began to thunder. 154. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 30. 1588._] For now loue’s helm’d-deckt sonne, the god of warre, Rouz’d from his rest with cannons dreadfull rore, Leapt on the earth from out his iron carre, Shooke his strong lance, steept in black blood and gore, Whose brazen feet did thunder on the shore, The noise of which that from the earth did bound, Made all the world to tremble at the sound. 155. And vp from darkesome lymboe’s dismall stage, Ore Stygian bridge from Plutoe’s emperie, Came night’s blacke brood, Disorder, Ruine, Rage, Rape, Discord, Dread, Despaire, Impietie, Horror, swift Vengeance, Murder, Crueltie, All which together on th’Iberian strand, With Spaine’s great host troopt vp did ready stand. 156. Fame downe descending from her siluer bower, On duke _Medinae’s_ huge black barke did stand, The generall of all the Spanish power, Whence looking round ore seas, and sea-sieg’d land, Holding her siluer trumpet in her hand, The same she sounded loud, whose echo shrill, With sound thereof the wide world’s round did fill. 157. Then all th’Iberian kings stout men of warre, Renown’d for those replendent armes they bore, Marching beneath his ensignes heard from farre, Who vowing England spoil’d of all her store, Should stoope her pride, and them outface no more; Made swift repaire in concourse and thick crow’d, To Spaine’s black fleet t’effect what they had vow’d. 158. [Sidenote: _Ferdinando Cortez._] The sun-burnt Spaniards from that Indian shore, Subdu’d by _Ferdinandoe’s_ bloodie hand, Where Perue’s streames casts vp her golden ore, And Zenewe’s waues bring to the slimie strand, Pure graines of gold amongst the ruddie sand, Like Cadmus bone-bred brood came thicke in swarmes, As newly borne from top to toe in armes. 159. The captiu’d nations of the Castile king, Luxurious Naples and proud Lombardie, Their troopes in faire refulgent armes did bring, And those of Portugale and Scicilie, With slick-hair’d youth of wanton Italie, T’auenge faire England’s foule supposed wrong, To Spaine’s Armada in thicke troopes did throng. 160.