The Battell betweene
And but that never-daunted Captaine brought,
Captaine Prassæus, Greene as garden-Leeke,
A troope of gallants which would flie for ought,
To aide the king, his life had beene to seeke.
Which pressing through the middle of the fray,
Rescude their wounded king which fled away,
And with their darts beat backe the Mice a space,
Till forth of danger they had rid his grace.
Captaine Prassæus, Greene as garden-Leeke,
A troope of gallants which would flie for ought,
To aide the king, his life had beene to seeke.
Which pressing through the middle of the fray,
Rescude their wounded king which fled away,
And with their darts beat backe the Mice a space,
Till forth of danger they had rid his grace.
Greatly the Mice were danted with their blowes,
So thicke they fell, and forcibly were sent,
That they were forc'd from danger of the throwes,
Backe to retire and some what to relent,
Vntill their rage and furie were o'repast,
Through want of breath: then they againe as fast
The Frogs assaile, and mightily amate,
As forward erst, now backward to retraite.
So thicke they fell, and forcibly were sent,
That they were forc'd from danger of the throwes,
Backe to retire and some what to relent,
Vntill their rage and furie were o'repast,
Through want of breath: then they againe as fast
The Frogs assaile, and mightily amate,
As forward erst, now backward to retraite.
Among the squadrons of the Mouces band,
One Mouce there was more gallant then the rest,
A braver souldier was not in the land,
Nor stouter Captaine ever wars profest:
For though sterne Mars his manhood list to try,
Mars could not force this daring Mouce to flie:
But when in armes this warriour is yclad.
He rather is of Mars to be ydrad.
One Mouce there was more gallant then the rest,
A braver souldier was not in the land,
Nor stouter Captaine ever wars profest:
For though sterne Mars his manhood list to try,
Mars could not force this daring Mouce to flie:
But when in armes this warriour is yclad.
He rather is of Mars to be ydrad.
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