The English peeres abhorring _Rufus_ pride, In me expecting a more milde command, Both by affection and by dutie tide T’aduance my cause, each with his armed band, Gainst _Rufus’_ powers in field did stoutly stand, Whose wilder nature knowne in former daies, Now many friends to my attempt did raise. 33. Th’vnconquered Kentish in the English east With that stout bishop _Odo_, first made head, The actiue people, coasting on the west, Marcht beneath _Mowbraie’s_ ensigne proudly spread, The northerne rout the valiant _Bygod_ lead, And the bold Britaines fauouring my right, Were troopt by braue _Mountgomerie_ valiant knight. 34. Th’vsurping king seeing such sterne stormes to frowne, On the first spring of his ambitious raigne, Fearing the fall of his new-borne renowne, Sought by insinuating words to gaine, What by the sword he could not now maintaine, His golden gifts with many faire sweet words, Did turne the edge of our reuengefull swords. 35. He did not seeke t’vsurpe the crowne by might, Such pride his loyall heart did nere inuade, He knew my senior birth did claime that right, He, we being absent, tooke in hand, he said, In our behalfe the scepter then vnswai’d, The which, since now, he did the same enioy, He crau’d to hold of vs, as our vice-roy. 36. His gifts still flowing from him in excesse, Did giue full power to euery mouing word, And that in me he might all doubts suppresse Of fraudulent deceit, he did accord That he of me, as of his supreame lord, Should hold the crowne, and yearely I should claime Three thousand markes, as tribute for the same. 37. Fraternall loue so well her powers appli’d, To end these iarres begun betwixt vs twaine, That he constrain’d t’appease his wonted pride, And I respecting glorie more then gaine, Did reunite our selues in loue againe: The frowne of Mars did bring his stomacke downe, And golden gifts did calme our martiall frowne. 38. Farre from the fruitfull Albion’s peacefull shoare, For th’easterne world thy muse thou now must wing, Who in her flight a loftie pitch must soare, Of those stout pilgrims in high straine to sing, Which th’holy hermit did to Salem bring, Imploring aid of princes in the west, Against the Pagan’s bloodie acts in th’east. 39.