The Emprour great _Seuerus_, _Parthique_ proude, With _Romaynes_, _Galles_, and _Britayne_ souldiers came: To make me rayse the siege of _Yorke_ he vowde, And I likewise to winne and raze the same. To winne the prize we both our armies frame: But he was [olde and] slie, his souldiers skilfull traynde, My men to flie by ambush, [scoute, and skirmish] he constraynde. 11. Agayne to fight wee fell afresh, the battayle grewe, Aboute I brought my winges, and now they sounde Tantara teares alarme, the fluits fight, fight anewe, And there awhile the _Romaynes_ fell to grounde: The trompet blasts, cryes, stroakes and shoutes to skyes resounde,[1094] They fall, fall, fly, the fluits; downe, downe, the drommes doe cry: Where on the _Romaynes_ sounde retrayte, and fayne [themselues] to fly. 12. My souldiers all to rashe had broake araye, The _Romayne_ reare warde cast aboute with speede, And both theyr winges enclosed vs eache waye, Theyr mayne likewise to keepe aray gaue heede. Which when I sawe, it made my hearte to bleede, And to _Seuerus_ selfe I wounded made at length a wey,[1095] Where or retourne wee _Scythian Pictes_ the _Romayne Parthique_ sley.[1096] 13. So when the Emprour fell, a showte arose, The _Romaynes_ blancke, amazed, woefull were; _Fulgentius_ fast recoylde, death wounded goes, And of my crewe a troupe to ayde mee there: I bought my _Britishe_ conqueste all to deare, No conqueste yet: [for as my sworde the kingdome sought, My vitall bloude _Seuerus_ death at _Yorke_ to dearly bought.][1097] 14. You noble men, yee see what truste there is In Fortune’s feages,[1098] how mischiefe makes the martes, And howe our hoped haps in warres doe misse, When backe the braue and blinded lady starts. High reaching heades swimme ofte in seas of smartes. The [setled] man [reposde,] content, is bleste and best at ease, Which [hath decreede] in meane [e]state both God and man to[1099] please. How Geta the Yonger sonne of th’Emperour Seuerus once gouernour of Britayne, was slayne in his mother’s armes by his brother Antonine, Emperour of Rome, about the yeare of Christ, 214. 1. If euer Prince [opprest] had cause his state to rue, Or by his [ruful] end might moue men mone his chaunce, My woefull tale may shewe the like to you, Whom Fortune erst, and birth did highe aduaunce. In _Rome_ [perdy] in _Britayne_, _Spayne_,[1100] and _Fraunce_ I fauour had, I honourde was, I bare the sway,[1101] I Emprour was [with _Antonine_:] what neede I more to say.