286. Where round about the temple’s battlements Hung th’ensignes of her vanquisht enemie, As gracefull trophies, and fit ornaments, T’adorne with state and greater maiestie, The triumph of her noble victorie, Which in the people’s sight made pleasing showes, Who laugh’d to scorne the threatning of her foes. 287. But she meeke prince dismounting from her throne, With iuorie-fingered-hands vplifted high, On humble knees, ascribed vnto none The honor of this great deed’s dignitie, But to th’Olympian king’s great deitie, Who 'boue the rest, that scepter’s states did weeld Her as his chosen, did from danger sheeld. 288. O matchlesse prince, though thy pure maiden breast Retain’d that spirit of magnanimitie, That only brau’d proud Rome’s world-brauing beast, Yet didst thou not with vaunting vanitie Abuse the glorie of thy victorie: But after all thy high atchieuements wonne, To heau’ns great King gau’st praise, of what was done. 289. Which he accepting as an humble show Of her milde meeknesse, did so glorifie The fame of this high conquest gainst the foe, That her great name, since that great victorie, Yet liues a staine vnto her enemie; Yea many that beneath his yoke did grone, Then su’d for succour at her princely throne. 290. Prince _Don Antonio_, heire suppos’d by right Of all consents to _Don Sabastian_, slaine Against the barbarous Moore in bloodie fight, Exil’d his countrie by the power of Spaine, Of his hard hap did vnto her complaine, Imploring aid at her assistant hands, To free his countrie from Iberian bands. 291. The noble virgin with remorsefull eyne, Viewing that wretched state all rent asunder, To pitie did her princely heart incline, And to the seas sent those two sonnes of thunder, That in the world had wrought so many a wonder, Renowned _Drake_, and _Norrice_, worthie wight, With _Don Antonio_ to obtaine his right. 292. [Sidenote: _An. eodem. 31._ Portugale voyage, taken out of the discourse written by _Colonel Anthonie Winkefield_, imployed in the same voyage.] With many a worthie souldier shipt from shore, The stormie seas wilde wildernesse they plow’d, And though the wrinckled waues rouz’d in rough rore, Began to bandie billowes, waxing proud; Yet th’English nauie, through tumultuous crowd Of darksome surges, did swift passage sweepe Vnto the shores of the Galician deepe. 293.