Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
Againe to shippe my mates I bad my Captaines sturre,
Eke from this people fearce with speede to shift away,
The chaunce of warre is hard and doubtfull for t’ assure,
Where th’ enemies neyther dint of death nor dangers fray:
They reckt not of their wealth, nor losse of goods decay,
But for their freedom fought, on Princes case they stood,
With ioyfull heartes they waged warlike life and blood:
[They counted rule at home, and rest, and ease, the greatest
good.]
24.
Almost I had no hope at all to make retourne,
The people were so fearce, so recklesse,[830] stout, and bold,
No time of rest I wrought amongst them to soiourne,
They could not by the _Romayne_ peeres bee ruled[831] nor
control’d:
They sayde they would vs pay no siluer, brasse, nor golde,
To our indictions sent they would not set their hand,
But for to trye the case with all their power to stand,
[And for to keepe by fight and force the freedome of their
land.]
25.
When to the coastes of _Gallia_ land againe with losse wee come,
That neuer erst with such repulse to foes did turne the backe,
The _Britaynes_ they reioyce with triumphes all and some,
And Fame doth [flye to] sound report, they make the _Romaynes_
packe:
Where we no men, no coyne, nor no munition lacke,
No captaines good, no arte, no vitayle, hearte to fight,
A goodly spoyle, the land a pray before our sight:
[We wanted wonted hap, we could not cut them out aright.]
26.
Now marke the hap wee had while I in _Gallia_ lay,
The _Britaynes_ past the time in triumphes and in feastes,
And for their second victory with sports[832] they spend the day,
Accounting vs in their respect but dastard coward beastes:
Amongst their other sport of Iusts and pleasant iestes,
A ciuill discorde fell betweene two worthie noble peeres,
Of courage both so good that neyther boasting feares,[833]
[And either bad the other come and dar’de him for his ears.]
27.
The one hight _Irenglas_, of kinred to the king,
A worthie wight in warre, and prudent, wise, and sage:
The other _Elenine_, whose prayse no stories bring
But stoutnesse in his fight, as ruled all by rage:
Yet both against the _Romaynes_ with the king did wadge
The _British_ warre full well, and serued as they ought,
Till time at home the prayse of triumphes vaine they sought,
[Which in the end brought all the former friendly fight to
nought.]
28.
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