With ornaments of warre, the earth did flow, Glazing the skies with armes resplendent light, And euery place in aire, shot vp did show The blood-red crosse, which did conduct to fight Many faire bands, all men of powerfull might; For both of horse and foot, from euery shiere, Thicke squadrons daily did in field appeare. 196. Th’appointed place of generall meeting was In Essex, on the coast at Tilburie, To which the people in such troopes did passe, That with their traine the shores they multiplie Like Palamedes birds that forme the Y, When cloud-like in thicke flockes their flight they take Ore Thracian woods, to Strymon’s seuen-fold lake. 197. There pight they downe their tents t’oppose all harmes, Set vp the royall standards all about, The faire supporters of _Elizae’s_ armes, The rampant lion, and the dragon stout, And th’ensigne of Saint George, which many a rout Of Mars his noble race with conquering hand Hath famous made, in many a forren land. 198. Vnder whose colours like a leauie wood, The host in seuerall bands digested all Inrankt about with shot and pike-men stood, As firme for battell, as a brazen wall, Who to the workes of death did thirst to fall, Inflam’d in heart with burning fire to fight For England’s virgin, and their countrie’s right. 199. Well did each horse-man teach his horse to run, To stoope, to stop, to turne, to breake the field, Well each bold musketier did vse his gun, Each launceer well his weightie launce did wield, Each drew his sword and well addrest his shield, Teaching each other by this braue array, How on their foes they best might giue th’assay. 200. The sound of fifes, of drums, and trumpets shrill, And mutuall exhortations for the warre, All fainting hearts with manly sprite did fill, And th’armed horse, that smell the fight from farre, Inraged that the curbing bit should barre Their forwardnesse, with neighing loud did crie For present combat gainst the enemie. 201. [Sidenote: Earle of Leicester.] Thus in the field the royall host did stand, None fainting vnder base timiditie, But readie bent to vse their running hand Against the force of forren enemie, If they should chance t’arriue at Tilburie: Mongst whom great _Dudlie_ bore supreamest sway, Against their foes to lead them on the way. 202. [Sidenote: _Rich. Hakluit_, and _Stow_ in his Annals.]