Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
At length I did perceaue there was an Island yet,
By west of _Fraunce_ which in the _Ocean_ sea did lye,
And that there was likewise no cause or time to let,
But that I might with them the chance of Fortune trye:
I sent to them for hostage of assuraunce, I,
And wil’d them tribute pay vnto the _Romayne_ stoute,
Or else I woulde both put theyr liues and goods in doubte.
[And also reaue away the best of all theyr route.]
14.
But they a people fearce and recklesse of my powre
Abused those which brought th’ambassage that I sent,
Now sith (quoth they) the land and region here is oures,
Wee will not _Cæsar_ to thy rightlesse hestes assent:
By dome of frendly Goddes first this Ile wee hent,
Of _Priame’s_ bloud wee ar from _Greece_ we _Troianes_ came:
As _Brutus_ brought vs thence, and gaue this land his name,
[So for our fredome we will freely fight to keep the same.]
15.
This lande reported was full fertile for the soyle,
The wealthie warlike sorte of _Britaynes_ stout within,
Were rather able well to giue, then take the foyle,
To those which came by warres their freedom for to win:
My selfe made first assault with them I did begin,
Of all the _Romaynes_ first I waged with them warre,
And this I can report, they valiant people are,
[They feare no foes, they recke no fame, of people nere
or farre.]
16.
It was reported eke that[820] in my warres in _Fraunce_,
Some _Britaynes_ thether came amongst the _Galles_ to fight,
And that for pleasure sake to try of _Mars_ the chaunce,
And for to haue of _Romayne_[821] warres the sight:
That they no labour sparde by day nor yet by night,
In campe, in scoute, for hunger, heate, or colde:
But were in all attemptes of armes so stout[822] and bolde,
[As erst I neuer hearde of any nation tolde.]
17.
This fame enflamed me, displeasure eke I tooke,
That glory hopt to get so doughtie heartes to daunt,
On which with winds at wil, I _Gallia_ shoares forsooke,
Full minded for to make the _Britaynes_ tribute graunt,
Sith at my message sent they seemed so to taunt:
With armour, souldiers good, and of munition store,
[To strands and hauens and coastes of _Britayne_ shore]
I came[823] appointed wel, with fiftie sayles or more.
18.
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