O God thou mightst haue giuen a _Britayne_ grace, T’haue slayne the _Romayne Cæsar_ noble then, Which sought his bloud the _Britaynes_[725] to deface, And bring in bondage valiaunt worthy men, Hee neuer should haue gone to _Rome_ agen, To fight with _Pompey_, or his peeres to slay, Or else to bring his Countrey in decay. 24. It ioyde my harte, to strike on _Cæsar’s_ crest, O _Cæsar_, that there had bene none but wee! I often made my sword to try thy brest, But Lady Fortune did not fauoure mee:[726] I able was mee thought with _Cæsars_ three To try the case: I made thy harte to quake, When on thy crest with mighty stroke I strake. 25. The strokes thou strookste mee hurt mee nought at all, For why, thy strength was nothing in respect: But thou hadst bath’d thy sword in poyson all, Which did my wound, not deadly els, infect: Yet was I or I parted thence bewreckte, I gate thy sworde from thee for all thy fame, And made thee flye for feare to eate the same. 26. For when thy sword was in my target fast, I made thee flye and quickely leaue thy hold, Thou neuer wast in all thy life so gast, Nor durst agayne bee euer halfe so bold: I made a number _Romaynes_ hartes full cold: Fight, fight, you noble _Britaynes_ now (quoth I) Wee neuer all will vnreuenged die. 27. What _Cæsar_ though thy prayse and mine bee od, (Perdy the stories[727] scarce remember mee) Though Poets all of thee doe make a God, (Such simple fooles in making Gods they bee) Yet if I might[728] my quarell try’d[729] with thee, Thou neuer hadst retournde to _Rome_ agayne, Nor of thy faithfull friends bin beastly slayne. 28. A number _Britaynes_ mightst thou there haue seene Death-wounded fight,[730] and spoile their spitefull foes: My selfe maimde slewe and mangled mo (I weene) When I was hurte then twenty more of those: I made the _Romaynes_ harts to take their hose,[731] In all the campe no _Romayne_ scarce I spide, Durst halfe the[732] combate gainst a _Britayne_ byde. 29. At length I met a noble man, they cald Him _Labienus_, one of _Cæsar’s_ friends, A Tribune erst[733] had many _Britaynes_ thrald, Was one of _Cæsar’s_ legats, forth hee sends: Well met (quoth I) I minde to make th’amends,[734] For all thy frendships[735] to our Countrey crew: And so with _Cæsar’s_ sword his friend I slew. 30.