But nought by sovereign or Sobrino done, Who, toiling, them with prayer or menace stirred, To march, where their ill-followed flags are gone.
Can bring (I say not all) not even a third.
Slaughtered or put to flight are two for one Who 'scapes, -- nor he unharmed: among that herd, Wounded is this behind, and that before, And wearied, one and all, and harassed sore.