The Parthians

He look't and saw what numbers numberless
  The City gates out pour'd, light armed Troops
In coats of Mail and military pride;
In Mail thir horses clad, yet fleet and strong,
Prauncing their riders bore, the flower and choice
Of many Provinces from bound to bound;
From Arachosia , from Candaor East,
And Margiana to the Hyrcanian cliffs
Of Caucasus , and dark Iberian dales,
From Atropatia and the neighbouring plains
Of Adiabene, Media , and the South
Of Susiana to Balsara's hav'n.
He saw them in thir forms of battell rang'd,
How quick they wheel'd, and flying behind them shot
Sharp sleet of arrowie showers against the face
Of thir pursuers, and overcame by flight;
The field all iron cast a gleaming brown,
Nor wanted clouds of foot, nor on each horn,
Cuirassiers all in steel for standing fight;
Chariots or Elephants endorst with Towers
Of Archers, nor of labouring Pioners
A multitude with Spades and Axes arm'd
To lay hills plain, fell woods, or valleys fill,
Or where plain was raise hill, or over-lay
With bridges rivers proud, as with a yoke;
Mules after these, Camels and Dromedaries,
And Waggons fraught with Utensils of war.
Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp,
When Agrican with all his Northern powers
Besieg'd Albracca , as Romances tell;
The City of Gallaphrone , from thence to win
The fairest of her Sex Angelica
His daughter, sought by many Prowest Knights,
Both Paynim , and the Peers of Charlemane .
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