Meane time the English with full saile did plie The manage of the foes inglorious flight, And as high stomack’d hounds, that with full crie Pursue the fearefull game, do take delight To pinch the haunch behind with eager bite; So did _Elizae’s_ fleet pursue the foes With shouts of men, and bullets banefull blowes. 259. They all array’d in warre’s vermillion, Did chace them to those seas of stormes and thunder, Ouer whose waues in heau’ns pauillion, Amongst those many golden workes of wonder, A dragon keepes two wrathfull beares asunder, And there they left them, in those seas to drowne, Returning backe with conquest and renowne. 260. They gone, the wretched foes in wofull case Helplesse, perceiuing by sterne fortune’s doome, Their action ended in extreame disgrace, And in fame’s stead, for which they forth did come, Finding but wounds to cure when they came home, Did curse the ordinance of mightie Ioue, Gainst whom with their huge strength in vaine they stroue. 261. But while at sea, all were to labour giuen, Securely rigging vp their crazed ships, Al-seeing Ioue did worke their banes in heau’n; For in an instant from his heau’nly lips, From pole to pole a winged message skips, And posting round about the earth’s great ball, From th’house of stormes th’Eolian slaues did call. 262. Then furious Auster, Ioue’s command once giuen; With Eurus, Zephirus, and Boreas ruffe, Stoopt from the cloudie corners of the heau’n Vpon those seas, and with a violent puffe, The tumbling billowes all on heapes did cuffe; And raving gainst the rockes with hidious rore, Wrapt waues in waues, and hurl’d them on the shore. 263. Meane while night’s curtaines steept in Stygian blacke, The crystall battlements of heau’n did hide; Then Ioue did thunder, and the heau’ns did cracke, Pale lightning leapt about on euery side, The clouds inconstant flood-gates opened wide, And nought, but mists, haile, raine, dark stormes and thunder, Did fall from heau’n vpon the salt seas vnder. 264. The white froth-foaming flood began to raue, And enter combate with the fleet of Spaine, Hurring it head-long on the mountaine-waue, Now from the shores into the roring maine, And now from thence vnto the shores againe, While all the stoutest sea-men quake and quiuer. Lest winde-driuen waues their ships in sunder shiuer. 265.