T’encrease our feare, and make the night more grimme, Through heau’n’s thicke clouds pale lightning still did flie, Whose dazeling flash our mazed sight did dimme, While the world’s soueraigne in the thickned skie, Aboue our heads did thunder horriblie, From whence his darts with sulphurie flash he threw, Which brimstone-like did sauour as it flew. 41. The seas did swell, and proudly braue the beau’n, The windes did bellow and the billowes rore, Many tall ships with gust of tempest driuen, To saue themselues from spoile, all desperate bore Vnto the hauens of the Cyprian shore, Vpon whose strand the barbarous Cypriotes stood T’encrease their woes that did escape the flood. 42. Of those whose barkes did perish in the deepe, Some hauing gain’d the shore with life halfe drown’d, They tooke, whom as their captiues they did keepe, And some by swimming hauing footing found, Comming on shore with death they did confound: Which when I heard, the storme once blowen away, Such wrong with iust reuenge I did repay. 43. The depth of danger we did vndergo To gaine the shore, such ods there was in fight: Yet at the last our foes their backes did show, And left the shore to vs, but after flight _Isakius_ their stout king resuming sp’rit, Troopt vp his people, summon’d far and neare, And threatned fight when day light should appear. 44. But to preuent his threats, before the day His treasure, standard, horse and royall armes In field we tooke, from whence he fled away Despoil’d and naked, fearing th’horrid harmes, Which through his tents did ring with our alarmes: That night, whose next daie’s light did promise faire Vnto his hopes, did end them in despaire. 45. Heere could I tell the conquest and rich spoile, Which for those wrongs, that we did erst sustaine, My souldiers made on Cyprus fruitfull soile: How false _Isakius_ yeelding did remaine With me in hold, and fled away againe, Whom after taken for his trespasse past, In guiues of gold I then did shakle fast. 46. [Sidenote: _Salphadine_ the brother of _Saladine_.] But deeds of more import are to be told, Thy muse must launch with vs from Cyprus shore, That on the surging seas she may behold Prince _Salphadine’s_ huge barke, whose bosome bore Such furniture for warre, sent to restore The weakned strength of Acon almost lost, Then round besieged by the christian host. 47.