With peacefull newes the Maister backe returns, And rings it in the liuing remnants eares, They all reioyce, but _Grinuile_ deadly mourns, He frets, he sighs, he sorrowes and despaires, Hee cryes, this truce, their fame and blisse adiourns, He rents his locks, and all his garments teares, He vowes his hands shall rent the ship in twaine Rather then he will _Spanish_ yoke sustaine. The few reseru'd, that life esteem'd too well, Knowing his words were warrants for his deede, Vnkindly left him in that monstrous hell, And fled vnto _Alfonso_ with greate speede, To him their Chieftaines mightines they tell, And how much valure on his soule doth feede, That if preuention, not his actions dim, Twill be too late to saue the shyp or him. _Bassan_ made proude, vnconquering t'ouer-come, Swore the brave Knight nor ship he would not lose, Should all the world in a petition come: And therefore of his gallants, fortie chose To board Sir _Richard_, charging them be dombe From threatning words, from anger, and from bloes, But with all kindnes, honor, and admire To bring him thence, to further _Fames_ desire. Sooner they boarded not the crazed Barke, But they beheld where speechlesse _Grinuile_ lay, All smeard in blood, and clouded in the darke, Contagious curtaine of Deaths tragick day; They wept for pittie, and yet silent marke Whether his lungs sent liuing breath away, Which when they sawe in ayrie blasts to flie, They striu'd who first should stanch his misery. Anon came life, and lift his eye-lids vp, Whilst they with teares denounce their Generals wil, Whose honord mind sought to retort the cup Of deaths sad poyson, well instruckt to kill; Tells him what fame and grace his eyes might sup From _Bassans_ kindnes, and his Surgions skill, Both how he lou'd him, and admir'd his fame, To which he sought to lend a liuing flame. Aye mee (quoth _Grinuile_) simple men, I know My bodie to your Generall is a pray, Take it, and as you please my lyms bestow, For I respect it not, tis earth and clay: But for my minde that mightier much doth grow, To heauen it shall, despight of _Spanish_ sway. He swounded, and did neuer speake againe. This said, orecome with anguish and with paine, They took him vp, and to theyr Generall brought His mangled carkasse, but vnmaimed minde, Three dayes hee breath'd, yet neuer spake he ought, Albe his foes were humble, sad, and kinde; The fourth came downe the Lambe that all souls bot, And his pure part, from worser parts refind, Bearing his spirite vp to the loftie skyes, Leauing his body, wonder to wonders eyes.