They sweat anew, the king who had o'erthrown That truce, and broken faith, as foe to treat.
The field of combat is turned upside down;
Some hurry to the charge, and some retreat.
Who most deserved disgrace, who most renown, Was seen, on both hands, in the selfsame feat;
All ran alike: but, 'mid that wild affray, These ran to meet the foe, those ran away.