For, after that I had with foule affright Dispers’d the bold _Canutus_ mightie host, That had begirt my loyall London hight, Lest any breathing space might haue been lost, I follow’d him vnto that rockie coast, Ouer whose mountaine tops the daie’s great guide, The golden sunne appeares each morning tide. 34. And there where Medway with his siluer streames Runs gliding downe the lowlie dales of Kent, Vntill he meetes his elder brother Thames, Vpon a hill I pight my warlike tent, Expecting how the foes, that night stood bent, If till the morne they did determine stay, Or daunted with late foile would flie away. 35. The night we past in quiet sleepe’s repose, And when the bright-cheekt ladie of the light Tir’d with night’s toyle from Tython’s bed arose, And in her saffron-coloured robe bedight With her approch brought vse to mortall fight, We troopt our men in Mars’ his best array, Vpon the foes in field to giue th’assay. 36. The foes stood firme vpon the sandie ground, Shaking their deadlie darts with countnance proud: Then did the trump the song of battaile sound, And Danish kettle drums did beate alowd, While euerie one in midst of martiall crowd Insatiate in reuenge vndaunted stood, Imbruing their bold hands in humane blood. 37. While thus oppos’d both parts in fight did stand, Hopefull of conquest, on the right side wing Of all the host, nere to the slimie strand, Where the sweet herbes by Medwaie’s streames do spring, The cries of wounded souldiers high did ring, For there _Canute_ did charge with violent sway Of his horse troopes, in hope to win the day. 38. But to represse the fire and quench the flame Of his hot courage, with a troope of horse I rusht amongst his men with loud exclame, Whom with fierce furie in our winged course We did so charge, that we did soone inforce Their faint retire, which we did swift pursue, Vntill with open flight from field they flew. 39. Then were the Kentish vales imbru’d in blood, Then death was set on foote and thousands fell, The brackish wanes of Medganara’s flood With slaughtered bodies 'boue the bankes did swell, Whose blushing streames the fight far of did tell Painting the bankes with crimson in the way, As they did glide into the Orean sea. 40.