But where the kinglie eagle Ioue’s faire bird Great _Cæsar’s_ standard did maintaine the fight, There both on horse and foote the slaughtering sword Made greatest hauock, where with most affright To my bold Britons, _Lucius_, that stout knight, Did beate the field or turning troops of men, As if the battaile onlie there had ben. 79. Which when I heard, with my victorious lance Thirsting to do where deeds of worth were done, I towards that part my standard did aduance, The virgin mother of great Ioue’s owne sonne, Vnder whose badge I many a field had wonne, Where 'mongst the foes I rusht with my bold bands, T’auenge my slaughtered friends at _Lucius’_ hands. 80. Then prudent Ioue vpon the foes did frowne, And in his ballance holding either fate Of both our fortunes, made their lot sinke downe, Vpon our steps in fight did conquest wait, Death’s terror did the foe-men’s strength abate, Whose hands fell strengthlesse downe, being all inclin’d To flie with shame, and leaue vs fame behind. 81. They fled, and we did eager pursuit make: But sad report on fame’s vnluckie wing, With fatall tidings did vs ouertake, How all our Britaine ocean round did ring With _Mordred’s_ deeds aspiring to be king, Which strooke more terror to my grieued mind, Then if the world ’gainst me in armes had shin’d. 82. Yet with late conquest won in mind made bold, Returning to our fleet we launcht from land, And being out at sea we might behold Our owne rebellious kingdome’s rockie strand, Strengthen’d about the coast with many a band: Which did my vexed soule with sorrow sting, To see false subiects bent to braue their king. 83. As lions rob’d of yong with hideous rore All raging wood, makes th’echoing forrest shake And beasts to dread: so sailing towards the shore, My souldiers charging, with loud shouts did make The stoutest hearts on th’aduerse part to quake: A wrongfull cause makes fortitude giue backe, And guilt of treason courage doth aslacke. 84. Yet on the land at Sandwich port, before We could set foot, we lost much life and blood: For with stones, darts, and shafts thicke sent from shore, Our men as on the deckes they stoutly stood Were ouerturn’d into the wauie flood, 'Mongst whom without all helpe before our eies, Did many sinke, and neuer more did rise. 85.