He in his furie all shall ouerrunne, xxxiv And holy Church with faithlesse hands deface, That thy sad people vtterly fordonne, Shall to the vtmost mountaines fly apace: Was neuer so great wast in any place, Nor so fowle outrage[916] doen by liuing men: For all thy Cities they shall sacke and race, And the greene grasse, that groweth, they shall bren, That euen the wild beast shall dy in starued den. Whiles thus thy[917] Britons do in languour pine, xxxv Proud _Etheldred_ shall from the North arise, Seruing th’ambitious will of _Augustine_, And passing _Dee_ with hardy enterprise, Shall backe repulse the valiaunt _Brockwell_ twise, And _Bangor_ with massacred Martyrs fill; But the third time shall rew his foolhardise: For _Cadwan_ pittying his peoples ill, Shall stoutly him defeat, and thousand _Saxons_ kill. But after him, _Cadwallin_ mightily xxxvi On his sonne _Edwin_ all those wrongs shall wreake; Ne shall auaile the wicked sorcery Of false _Pellite_, his purposes to breake, But him shall slay, and on a gallowes bleake Shall giue th’enchaunter his vnhappy hire;[918] Then shall the Britons, late dismayd and weake, From their long vassalage gin to respire, And on their Paynim foes auenge their ranckled ire. Ne shall he yet his wrath so mitigate, xxxvii Till both the sonnes of _Edwin_ he haue slaine, _Offricke_ and _Osricke_, twinnes vnfortunate, Both slaine in battell vpon Layburne plaine, Together with the king of _Louthiane_, Hight _Adin_, and the king of _Orkeny_, Both ioynt partakers of their[919] fatall paine: But _Penda_, fearefull of like desteny, Shall yield him selfe his liegeman, and sweare fealty. Him shall he make his fatall Instrument, xxxviii T’afflict the other _Saxons_ vnsubdewd; He marching forth with fury insolent Against the good king _Oswald_, who indewd With heauenly powre, and by Angels reskewd, All holding crosses in their hands on hye, Shall him defeate withouten bloud imbrewd: Of which, that field for endlesse memory, Shall _Heuenfield_ be cald to all posterity. Where at _Cadwallin_ wroth, shall forth issew, xxxix And an huge hoste into Northumber lead, With which he godly _Oswald_ shall subdew, And crowne with martyrdome his sacred head. Whose brother _Oswin_, daunted with like dread, With price of siluer shall his kingdome buy, And _Penda_, seeking him adowne to tread, Shall tread adowne, and do him fowly dye, But shall with gifts his Lord _Cadwallin_ pacify.