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To show us worthy of our ancestors: And let us fight with courage and conceit, That we may rest the Masters of the field: That this brave Tyrant valiantly beset, May perish in the press before our faces. And that his troops (as touched with lightning flames) May by our horse, in heaps be overthrown, And he (blood-thirsting) wallow in his own. This said; His Army crying all at once, With joyful tokens did applaud his speeches. Whose swift shrill noise did pierce into the clouds, Like Northern winds that beat the horned Alps. The clattering Armour buskling as they paced, rung through the Forests with a frightful noise, And every Echo took the trumpets clang. When (like a tempest raised with whirlwinds rage,) They ran at ever-each other hand and foot. Wherewith the dust, as with a darksome cloud, Arose, and overshadowed horse and man. The Darts and Arrows on their Armour glanced, And with their fall the trembling earth was shaken. The air (that thickened with their thundering cries,) With pale wan clouds discoloured the Sun. The fire in sparks fro forth their Armour flew, And with a duskish yellow, choked the heavens. The battles locked, (with bristle-pointed spears) Do at the half pike freely charge each other, And dash together like two lusty Bulls, That (jealous of some heifer in the Herd,) Run head to head, and (sullen) will not yield, Till dead or fled, the one forsake the field. The shivered Lances (rattling in the air,) Fly forth as thick as moats about the Sun: When with their swords (fleshed with the former fight,) They hew their Armour, and they cleave their casks, Till streams of blood, like Rivers fill the Downs. That being infected with the stench thereof surcloys the ground, and of a Champant Land, Makes it a Quagmire, where (knee-deep) they stand. blood-thirsty Discord, with her snaky hair, A fearful Hag, with fire-darting eyes, Runs cross the Squadrons with a smoky brand: And with her murdering whip encourageth The overforward hands, to blood and death. Bellona fired with a quenchless rage, Runs up and down, and in the thickest throng, Cuts, casts the ground, and madding makes a pool, Which in her rage, free passage doth afford, That with our blood she may anoint her sword. Now we of our side, urge them to retreat, And now before them, we retire as fast. As on the Alps the sharp Nor-North-east wind, Shaking a pinetree with their greatest power, One while the top doth almost touch the earth, And then it riseth with a counterbuff. So did the Armies press and charge each other, With self-same courage, worth and weapons to; And prodigal of life for liberty, With burning hate let each at other fly. Thrice did the Cornets of the soldiers (cleared,) Turn to the Standard to be new supplied; And thrice the best of both was feign to breath. And thrice recomforted they bravely ran,
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To shew vs worthy of our auncestors: And let vs fight with courage and conceite, That we may rest the Maisters of the field: That this braue Tyrant valiantly beset, May perrish in the presse before our faces. And that his troopes (as tucht wyth lightning flames) May by our horse, in heapes be ouer-throwne, And he (blood-thirsting) wallow in his owne. Thys sayd; His Army crying all at once, With ioyfull tokens did applaude his speeches. VVhose swift shrill noyse did pierce into the clowdes, Lyke Northern windes that beate the horned Alpes. The clattring Armour buskling as they paced, Ronge through the Forrests with a frightfull noyse, And euery Eccho tooke the Trompets clange. When (like a tempest rais'd with whire-winds rage,) They ranne at euer-each other hand and foote. Where-with the dust, as with a darksome clowde, Arose, and ouer-shadowed horse and man. The Darts and Arrowes on theyr Armour glaunced, And with theyr fall the trembling earth was shaken. The ayre (that thickned with theyr thundring cryes,) With pale wanne clowdes discoloured the Sunne. The fire in sparks fro forth theyr Armour flew, And with a duskish yellow, chokt the heauens. The battels lockt, (with bristle-poynted speares) Doe at the halfe pyke freely charge each other, And dash together like two lustie Bulls, That (iealous of some Heyfar in the Heard,) Runne head to head, and (sullen) wil not yeeld, Till dead or fled, the one forsake the field. The shyuered Launces (ratling in the ayre,) Fly forth as thicke as moates about the Sunne: When with theyr swords (flesht with the former fight,) They hewe their Armour, and they cleaue their casks, Till streames of blood, like Riuers fill the Downes. That being infected with the stench thereof Surcloyes the ground, and of a Champant Land, Makes it a Quagmire, where (kneedeepe) they stand. Blood-thirstie Discord, with her snakie hayre, A fearfull Hagge, with fier-darting eyes, Runnes crosse the Squadrons with a smokie brand: And with her murdring whip encourageth The ouer-forward hands, to bloode and death. Bellona fiered with a quenchles rage, Runnes vp and downe, and in the thickest throng, Cuts, casts the ground, and madding makes a poole, Which in her rage, free passage doth afford, That with our blood she may annoynt her sword. Now we of our side, vrge them to retreate, And nowe before them, we retyre as fast. As on the Alpes the sharpe Nor-North-east wind, Shaking a Pynetree with theyr greatest powre, One while the top doth almost touch the earth, And then it riseth with a counterbuffe. So did the Armies presse and charge each other, With selfe-same courage, worth and weapons to; And prodigall of life for libertie, With burning hate let each at other flie. Thryce did the Cornets of the souldiers (cleerd,) Turne to the Standerd to be newe supplyde; And thrice the best of both was faine to breathe. And thrice recomforted they brauely ranne,