Yet he alone braue champion euer prest, For his faire mistresse to defend her right, Did not triumph on Neptune’s watrie brest; But many more, all men of famous might, The vtmost parts of earth and seas did smite With loud report that England’s bounds did keep, A virgin, that was ladie of the deepe. 329. [Sidenote: _Anno Reg. 32._] Fame-winged _Drake_ and _Hawkins_, that bold knight, Vpon the coast of Spaine the foes did dare, When at the Groyne that host lay readie dight To passe the seas, to dispossesse Nauarre, Gainst whom th’vnholy league did warre prepare; But while the royall fleet of our faire queene Appeer’d at sea, they durst not then be seene. 330. Nor durst that captaine of the Spanish fleet, Th’insulting _Don Alonso Bacan_ hight, _Elizae’s_ ships in equall battell meet; But if by chance he found the ods in fight, Then proudly would he vse his vtmost might: Yet England’s blacke reuenge, alone, at length Did worke him shame with all his nauall strength. 331. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 33._ Taken out of the discourse penned by Sir _Walter Raughley_.] For famous _Greenuile_ sayling neere to Flores In the Reuenge of our _Elizae’s_ fleet, Obscur’d from sight with th’ilands of th’Azores, Spaine’s great Armada did vntimely meet; Yet with sharpe welcome their approch did greet, For rich reuenge he made vpon his foes; Though he his life in his Reuenge did lose. 332. Ten thousand men in three and fiftie saile, Did in his barke alone begirt him round, And fifteene howers space did neuer saile With thundring shot his ship’s weake wombe to wound, Both him, and her in th’ocean to confound, Whom with twice fiftie men he did oppose, And did inferre dire slaughter mongst his foes. 333. [Sidenote: Some say this ship foundred.] The great San _Philip_, that mount Etna like, Lay spitting fierie vengeance gainst her foes, In fight her entertaine did so dislike, That she her sad mishap did soone disclose, And fainting made retreate, to shun foule blowes, While the amaz’d Iberians stroue to saue Her leaking wombe from sinking in the waue. 334. Like as a goodly hart begirted round, With eager hounds, that thirst to see him fall, Tir’d in the toile, turnes head and stands his ground, And with fell blowes the dogs do so appall, That in the end he makes his way through all: So noble _Greenuile_ round besieg’d in fight, Brake through their squadrons with admired might. 335.