With many a thousand mule, and many a beast Of other burthen, we return’d with speed Vnto the christian host, where we did feast Vpon the prey: the towne of this our deed Inform’d by fame, and forc’d by hungrie need, Her gates did open of her owne accord, To saue her sonnes from warre’s reuengefull sword. 55. Heere must thy willing muse desist to tell Our happie hopefull conquests in the east, Cauils breake forth, enuie rouz’d vp from hell, Creepes into false king _Philip’s_ cankred brest, Who with old hate of my good hap possest, Doth by his plots the Austrian duke excite, To ioyne with him to worke vs all despight. 56. As still th’infection of this foule disease, Contagious venome in their brests did breed, So my name’s greatnesse daily did encrease, While they on spleene nere satisfied did feed, Fortune still grac’d me with some glorious deed: Vertue enui’d shines brighter, like the sun, Which breakes through clouds, with which it was orerun. 57. With enuious eyes, impatient to behold The golden beames of my sun-shine like fame, _Philip_ with th’Austrian duke hight _Leopald_, Without respect vnto our Sauiour’s name, The cause for which to Palestine we came: Seeming heart-sicke, did thence depart away, Hoping to leaue me to the foes for pray. 58. He gone, the hand of heau’n that doth dispose The course of things, did beare before my brest The shield of safetie gainst our Pagan foes: With my small troope their powers in field supprest, The bordring christian held his right in rest: No crosse euent while I did there abide, In honor’d deeds of armes did me betide. 59. If thou desire those famous acts to know, Mount Perseus horse, to Ioppa take thy way, Which at this time that fatall stone can show, To which the virgin faire Andromeda In bands was bound, to be the monster’s pray: There on that rocke thy muse may sit and see Those deeds of fame, that then were done by mee. 60. Assur can speake my praise, before whose wall Great _Saladine_ with all his heathnish host, In battell did beneath mine ensignes fall, Who in my passage seeking to haue crost My way to Ioppa, on that salt sea cost, Fought from noone-tide vntill the setting sun, And then did flie, the field we christians won. 61.