SECONDE DANE.

    O goddes! have thousandes bie mie anlace bledde,
    And muste I nowe for safetie flie awaie? 
    See! farre besprenged alle oure troopes are spreade, 700
    Yette I wylle synglie dare the bloddie fraie. 
    Botte ne; I’lle flie, & morther yn retrete;
  Deathe, blodde, & fyre, scalle[93] marke the goeynge of my feete.

  THYRDE DANE.

    Enthoghteynge forr to scape the brondeynge foe,
    As nere unto the byllowd beche I came, 705
    Farr offe I spied a fyghte of myckle woe,
    Oure spyrynge battayles wrapte ynn sayles of flame. 
    The burled Dacyannes, who were ynne the same,
    Fro syde to syde fledde the pursuyte of deathe;
    The swelleynge fyre yer corrage doe enflame, 710
    Theie lepe ynto the sea, & bobblynge yield yer breathe;
    Whylest those thatt bee uponne the bloddie playne,
  Bee deathe-doomed captyves taene, or yn the battle slayne.

  HURRA.

    Nowe bie the goddes, Magnus, dyscourteous knyghte,
    Bie cravente[94] havyoure havethe don oure woe, 715
    Dyspendynge all the talle menne yn the fyghte,
    And placeyng valourous menne where draffs mote goe. 
    Sythence oure fourtunie havethe tourned foe,
    Gader the souldyers lefte to future shappe,
    To somme newe place for safetie wee wylle goe, 720
    Inne future daie wee wylle have better happe. 
    Sounde the loude flughorne for a quicke forloyne[95];
  Lette alle the Dacyannes swythe untoe oure banner joyne.

    Throw hamlettes wee wylle sprenge sadde dethe & dole,
    Bathe yn hotte gore, & wasch oureselves thereynne; 725
    Goddes! here the Saxonnes lyche a byllowe rolle. 
    I heere the anlacis detested dynne. 
    Awaie, awaie, ye Danes, to yonder penne;
  Wee now wylle make forloyne yn tyme to fyghte agenne.

  CELMONDE, near WATCHETTE.

    O forr a spryte al feere! to telle the daie, 730
    The daie whyche scal astounde the herers rede,
    Makeynge oure foemennes envyynge hartes to blede,
  Ybereynge thro the worlde oure rennomde name for aie.

    Bryghte sonne han ynne hys roddie robes byn dyghte,
    From the rodde Easte he flytted wythe hys trayne, 735
    The howers drewe awaie the geete of nyghte,
    Her sable tapistrie was rente yn twayne. 
    The dauncynge streakes bedecked heavennes playne,
    And on the dewe dyd smyle wythe shemrynge eie,
    Lyche gottes of blodde whyche doe blacke armoure steyne, 740
    Sheenynge upon the borne[96] whyche stondeth bie;
    The souldyers stoode uponne the hillis syde,
  Lyche yonge enlefed trees whyche yn a forreste byde.