Euen so that wicked king at first refusde To purchase peace with price, or hostage sende, That had before the fayth of Gods abusde, Was destinate to haue a naughty ende: Let Princes well beware what they pretende, For who for kingdomes sake breakes fayth, and murders foule commits,[611] Let him bee[612] sure to [haue a] fall on slipery throne hee sits. 61. Our custome was that time to send each where Our Herouldes offering peace for tribute golde, But _Ptolome_ to _Beline_ bad him message beare, Conditions take of peace ne tribute[613] pay hee woulde, Ne frendship would admit[614] (as hee the herouldes tolde) Except the enmies layde downe weapons, them submit, No truce with them, no peace there were, nor no agreement fit.[615] 62. King _Beline_ smilde to heare the heedelesse King, Rash witted so selfe wild, and after this The _Dardanes_ offered twenty thousand bring Of souldiers armde for ayde, to ioyne with his: Quoth _Ptolome_, now lost[616] all _Macedony_ is, Yf we once conquerde [all the East] by _Alexander’s_ hande, Neede we the _Dardanes_ ayde these straungers to withstande? 63. Wee haue (quoth hee) some souldiers, sonnes of those Which serude in pay with them that vanquisht all, And for our selues wee nothing feare our foes, Although our army seeme to _Dardane_ smalle: This when th’ambassadours related all To good king _Dardane_: Then this noble realme (quoth hee) By this yong princox pryde will all be lost and conquerde bee.[617] 64. With that alarme they crye, and armies ioyne, Where _Britaynes_ sley the _Macedonian_ crewe, And haue for spoyle theyr vitayles, armour, coyne, Tooke _Ptolomey_ theyr king and him they slewe. His heade aboue the campe they beare for vewe On speare, to make the rest of _Greekes_ in doubt to stand, Before they enterprice to take such [woefull] wars in hand. 65. One this the fame of _Britaynes_ far was spred, All _Macedony_ held theyr countrey spoylde To _Alexander_ (erst theyr armies led) And vnto _Philip_, Princes neuer foylde, As vnto Gods they cry in warres tormoylde: O helpe (quoth they) our countrey falls, and we are [all] vndonne, Without your aydes whose noble actes erst all the world haue won.[618] 66.