And by all the cardinalls solempnelye
I was crowned an emperor.
One winter there I mad abode;
Then word to mee was brought
Howe Mordred had oppressed the crown;
What treason he had wrought.
Att home in Brittaine with my queene:
Therefore I came with speed
To Brittaine back with all my power
To quitt that traterous deede.
And soon at Sandwich I arrivde
Where Mordred me withstoode.
But yett at last I landed there
With effusion of much blood.
Thence chased I Mordred away
Who fledd to London right,
From London to Winchester, and
To Comeballe took his flight.
And stile I him pursued with speed
Tile at the last wee mett:
Uhevby an appointed day of fight
Was there agreed and sett
Where we did fight of mortal life
Eche other to deprive,
Tile of a hundred thousand men
Scarce one was left alive.
There all the noble chevalrye
Of Brittaine took their end
Oh see how fickle is their state
That doe on feates depend.