Our English quarter, which did vtmost lie, We vndescri’d, drew forth, and on our way With silence we did passe, the windes blew high, And night her darksome wings did wide display, Lest th’aduerse scout our purpose might bewray: So forth we went, and gain’d with good euent, The drowsie Vandale’s vtmost regiment. 14. The outward watch, and courts of guard being slaine, Through all their rankes by slaughter making way, We did at length their fatall tents attaine, In which, as in neglect they sleeping lay, Without respect all went the common way, That leads to death, as well the noble kind As the ignoble, were in death confin’d. 15. Then was th’alarum giuen, and euery where The foes with fearefull shouts did pierce the skie, Heere one affrighted silent stands, and there Another dreading death doth mercie crie, Heere one cries stand, another there bids flie: In euery place death’s terrour did abound, And all on heapes our foes we did confound. 16. At length, troopt vp in haste the foes made head, Twixt whom and vs ensu’d a deadly fight, Grim death in darknesse hid, did bring more dread With his approch, the foes, through sable night, Their friends from foes could not discerne aright, In which distresse vnable long to shield Their campe from spoile, they fled and left the field. 17. Darknesse suborn’d their flight, and did preuent Our purpos’d pursuit for th’intended chase, Their campe laid waste, we found in euery tent Rich spoile and captiues, men of no meane place, With more renowne our deed of worth to grace, Of which _Canute_ our king did nothing know, Vntill the morning’s light our deeds did show. 18. For when in east Aurora did appeare, _Canute_ intending to begin the fight, When he of our supposed flight did heare, In rage he vow’d reuenge for such despight, And forth in furie marcht: but when in sight The Vandale’s campe appear’d despoil’d with fire, And all their host dispers’d, he gan admire. 19. The Danes, in troopes all gathered, stood amaz’d To see through what great dangers we had run, Vpon the slaughtered Vandales wounds they gaz’d, Vpon the captiues and the rich spoiles wonne, Applauding all with praise, what we had done, The king himselfe, in heaping praise on praise, The worth of this our deed on high did raise. 20.