Eclogue The Second

SPRYTES  of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,
Poure owte yer pleasaunce  onn mie fadres hedde.
Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte is gon,
Uponne the brede  sea doe the banners gleme ;
The amenused  nationnes be aston ,
To ken  syke  large a flete, syke fyne, syke breme .
The barkis heafods  coupe the lymed  streme;
Oundes  synkeynge oundes upon the hard ake  riese;
The water slughornes  wythe a swotye  cleme
Conteke  the dynnynge  ayre, and reche the skies. 
Sprytes of the bleste, on gouldyn trones  astedde ,
Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.
The gule  depeyncted  oares from the black tyde,
Decorn  wyth fonnes  rare, doe shemrynge  ryse;
Upswalynge  doe heie  shewe ynne drierie pryde,
Lyche gore-red estells  in the eve -merk  skyes;
The nome-depeyncted  shields, the speres aryse,
Alyche  talle roshes on the water syde;
Alenge  from bark to bark the bryghte sheene  flyes;
Sweft-kerv'd  delyghtes doe on the water glyde. 
Sprites of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.
The Sarasen lokes owte: he doethe feere,
That Englondes brondeous  sonnes do cotte the waie.
Lyke honted bockes, theye reineth  here and there,
Onknowlachynge  inne whatte place to obaie
The banner glesters on the beme of daie;
The mittee  crosse Jerusalim ys seene;
Dhereof the fyghte yer corrage doe affraie
In baleful  dole their faces be ywreene. 
Sprytes of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.
The bollengers and cottes , soe swyfte yn fyghte,
Upon the sydes of everich bark appere;
Foorthe to his offyce lepethe everych knyghte,
Eftsoones  hys squyer, with hys shielde and spere.
The jynynge shieldes doe shemre and moke glare
The dotheynge oare doe make gemoted  dynne;
The reynyng  foemen , thynekeynge gif  to dare,
Boun  the merk  swerde, theie seche to fraie  theie blyn .
Sprytes of the bleste, and everyche Seyncte ydedde,
Powre oute yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.
Now comm the warrynge Sarasyns to fyghte;
Kynge Rycharde, lyche a lyoncel  of warre,
Inne sheenynge goulde, lyke feerie  gronfers  dyghte 
Shaketh alofe hys honde, and seene afarre.
Syke haveth I espyde a greter starre
Amenge the drybblett  ons to sheene fulle bryghte;
Syke sunnys wayne  wyth amayl'd  beames doe barr
The blaunchie  mone or estells  to gev lyghte. 
Sprytes of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.
Distraughte  affraie , wythe lockes of blodde-red die,
Terroure, emburled  yn the thonders rage,
Death, lynked to dismaie, dothe ugsomme  flie,
Enchasynge  echone champyonne war to wage.
Speeres bevyle  speres; swerdes upon swerdes engage;
Armoure on armoure dynn , shielde upon shielde;
Ne dethe of thosandes can the warre assuage,
Botte salleynge nombers sable  all the feelde. 
Sprytes of the bleste, and everych Seynte ydedde,
Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.
The foemen fal arounde; the cross reles  hye;
Steyned ynne goere, the harte of warre ys seen;
Kyng Richarde, thorough everyche trope dothe flie,
And beereth meynte  of Turkes onto the greene;
Bie hymm the floure of Asies menn ys sleene
The waylynge  mone doth fade before hys sonne;
Bie hym hys knyghtes bee formed to actions deene
Doeynge syke marvels , strongers be aston . 
Sprytes of the bleste, and everych Seyncte ydedde,
Poure owte your pieasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.
The fyghte ys wonne; Kynge Rycharde master is;
The Englonde bannerr kisseth the hie ayre;
Full of pure joie the armie is iwys
And everych one haveth it onne his bayre ;
Agayne to Englonde comme, and worschepped there,
Twyghte  into lovynge armes, and feasted eft ;
In everych eyne aredynge nete of wyere ,
Of all remembrance of past peyne berefte. 
Sprites of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
Syke pleasures powre upon mie fadres hedde.
Syke Nigel sed, whan from the bluie sea
The upswol  sayle dyd daunce before his eyne;
Swefte as the withe, hee toe the beeche dyd flee,
And founde his fadre steppeynge from the bryne.
Lette thyssen menne, who haveth sprite of loove,
Bethyncke untoe hemselves how mote the meetynge proove.