Disgrac’d, he cals the Britons to his aide, With their yong _Arthur_ sonne of _Gefferie_ My brother dead, for which with wrathfull blade I entred his rich dukedome Britanie, And vengeance tooke for his disloyaltie: Whence, when my wreake was past, I did aduance With ensignes spread into the bounds of France: 77. Where heau’n did blesse me with such fate in fight, That _Philip_ in each field I did repell: Let Gamages and Vernon speake his flight, And at another time let Gysors tell, How flying from Curseile’s, with his horse he fell Into the waues of Geth, the bridge brake downe, Whom mongst his men the streame did almost drowne. 78. Repulst with shame, he casting in his mind, With rags of honor, how to patch the rent In his wide wounded name, this shift did find: Out of the greatnesse of his mind he sent This challenge bold: if I durst giue consent, That fiue for him in field should hazard life, Against fiue men of mine to end our strife. 79. To this bold offer I did gladly yeeld, Yet interposing this condition, That he as chiefest champion in the field, Should mongst the fiue vpon his part make one, Gainst me on th’aduerse part to fight alone: From which, without respect vnto a name, Mongst men renown’d he did reuolt with shame. 80. Yet was a truce concluded twixt vs both, To which with willing minde I did encline, For that I then had bound my selfe by oath Once more to shape my course for Palestine, T’employ my valour gainst great _Saladine_: But what I did decree, death soone preuents, Heau’n beares the chiefest stroke in our intents. 81. Thy muse must now put on a mourning weed, Death doth begin to shew his ghastly face, With sad teares mourner-like let her proceed, To Chalus Cheuerell that fatall place, Where death with his cold armes did me embrace: There let her stand, and on that towne’s strong wall Behold the manner of my haplesse fall. 82. My treasure spent by my long warres with France, And gainst the Pagan for the east parts bound, I was inform’d that in my land by chance A British vicount, _Widdomer_, had found A wealthie treasure hidden vnder ground: For whom when I had sent, he guiltie fled To Chalus Cheuerell to hide his hed: 83.