ABSTRACT
Country, hearing in Grrecia, where he was Governor of the Province of Achaia, what Straits Rome and his Sovereign were brought into by the barbarous Nations, got together Friends, and sold whatever he had of value to hire Soldiers; so that with his small Army he secretly marched away, and falling upon the mighty Army of the Enemy, (when they were drowned as it were in Security, Wine and Sleep, resolved to make a general Storm the next Day, in which they had undoubtedly carried the City) he and his Sons entering their Camp, and followed by the rest, made such a Slaughter, that the Cry and Confusion were exceeding great; some changed Sleep into Death, others vomited Wine and Blood mixed together, through the Wounds they received; some lost Heads at once, other Arms: Tottilius, in this Confusion being awakened, had his first care to convey away his Queen and two Sons, who were newly come to the Camp, and then labour'd to rally his flying Men; but being desperately charged by Andronicus, he was thrown from his Horse and much wounded, many Lives being lost in remounting him; whereupon, seeing the Slaughter so great by the pale Beams of the Moon, and not knowing the Number of his Adversaries, having caused the Retreat to be sounded, he fled in great Confusion, and left the rich Spoils of his Camp, the Wealth of many plunder'd Nations, to Andronicus and his Soldiers; who being expert in War, would not meddle with them that Night, but stood to their Arms till the Morning.
