Great Ioue’s command, perform’d vpon the foes, Th’Eolian king call’d home his windes againe; Then ceast the storme; then did the seas disclose The armes, the painted robes, and spoiles of Spaine, Which heere and there did flote vpon the maine, By England, Ireland, Norway, Normandie, Where Ioue did act their fleet’s blacke tragedie. 280. For of one hundred thirtie foure faire keele, But fiftie three did greet their natiue soile, Of thirtie thousand men arm’d with bright steele, The greatest number after all their toile, Did perish in great Neptune’s wrackfull spoile, And all the prince of Parmae’s mightie bands Return’d with shame, disgrace and emptie hands. 281. Thus our _Elizae’s_ boasting enemie, Who in vaine pride did blacke their tragicke fleet, And brought ostents of threatning destinie, In top of all their hope with shame did meet, And fell beneath the conquering virgin’s feet; Vnable many yeares to cure againe The wounds, which in this warre they did sustaine. 282. [Sidenote: A million of gold, one halfe paid in readie money, the other halfe to be paid when any famous port was taken in England.] Thus Rome’s proud _Sixtus_, England’s mortall foe, Who towards the conquest of this emperie, A million with his blessing did bestow, And did presage vndoubted victorie With seeming future searching prophesie, Nor with his holy blessing, nor his gold This mightie fleet from falling could vphold. 283. But while Rome’s _Sixtus_, twixt foule shame and feare, For such great losse gainst fortune did exclaime, Fame through the world triumphantly did beare This glorious act in our _Elizae’s_ name, Who glorifying not in her foe-men’s shame, With bounteous grace did vse the victorie To her proud foes in their captiuitie. 284. [Sidenote: When many were brought out of Ireland and other parts with halters about their neckes, she sent them into Spaine at her owne charge.] The baser sort, though made her people’s scorne, Yet of her bountie she from death did spare, The better sort as her owne liege-men borne, All common benefits did freely share, And tooke the solace of the open aire, Whom she, though subiects of a mightie foe, To his disgrace triumphing did not show. 285. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 31._] Vnder a canopie of gold wide spread In chariot throne, like warre’s triumphant dame, With crowne imperiall on her princely head, Borne by two milke-white steeds in state she came To Paul’s high temple, while with loud exclaime, The people in her passage all about From loyall hearts their auies loud did shout.