Meane time the horse troopes, who by me design’d Gaue charge vpon the flankers of the foe, So beat the field about, that conquest shin’d Vpon our helmes, slaughter and ouerthrow On the aduerse part inforc’t such workes of woe, That all by flight sought saftie, none durst stay, _Rufus_ disgrac’d, and wounded went his way. 19. Conquest in triumph on my brow did stand, Fame did renowne my sword in euerie place, Fortune with fame did ioyne her helping hand With my displeased sire to winne me grace, T’whom nature pleaded my vnhappie case, And forc’t him yeeld (that both in loue might liue) What reason would, and rage denide to giue. 20. Restor’d to grace like Saturn’s god-like sonne, To England I returned with the king, Where _Malcome_ in his absence had orerun The north from Tuuidale, where Tweed doth spring, Vnto the Tine, whose streames such profit bring Vnto that towne, which on her bankes doth stand, Now call’d Newcastle built by my command. 21. T’oppose the furie of th’inuading foe, The king my late tri’de valor did imploy, The Tine with wafting waues did seeme to woe My swift accesse, to saue her from th’annoy Of her proud foes, who daylie did destroy The towres and townes, which did themselues enranke About her streames, vpon the pleasant banke. 22. Where with my troopes, when I appeard in sight Beneath the kinglie lyon marching on Towards Tuuidale, to seeke the foes for fight, _Malcolme_ retirde beyond the Tweede, and none In England’s bounds durst stay to looke vpon Our angrie host, for peace the foemen su’d, Which for the common good I did conclude. 23. But leaue I now, to speake of blessed daies, In which I liu’d true subiect to my king, Leaue we a while to memorize the praise Of my best deeds, thy muse againe must sing My rebell pride, whence worse effects did spring, Mischiefe now tracts each step, that I do tread, Vnlookt for plagues falles downe vpon my head. 24. Suppose thou seest me on the German coast, Clad in rebellious armes against my sire, Trooping vp men, to make a compleat host, Waging th’vnwilling mind with golden hire, And hope of spoile, to furnish my desire: Bent once againe, vnto my sire vnknowne, To claime the Norman dukedome, as mine owne. 25.