English poem
Stanza 278
Still staggering long they from each other reel'd, Glad that themselues they so could disingage: And falling back vpon the spacious field (For this last Sceane, that is the bloody Stage) Where they their Weapons liberally could weeld, They with such madnesse execute their rage; As though the former fury of the day, To this encounter had but beene a play.