The wrastlers and the waggeners likewise, Musitians, players, which did please his minde: Of th’order of the _Senatours_ full wise, In whome was noble bloud or wealth to finde. Not one of _Getae’s_ friends I left behinde: Also my wife whome I exilde away To _Sicile_ Ile, I caused them to slay. 28. _Lucilla_ eke, that auncient noble Dame, To _Marcus_ wise the daughter sage and graue, Of _Commodus_ that sister great of fame, Which honour much in _Rome_ deseru’de to haue, I say, shee did my deedes therein depraue, Because to _Getae’s_ mother shee wept sore, For _Getae’s_ death: I causde her die therefore. 29. Her sonne likewise, I caused should bee slayne, And of th’imperiall bloud (to make all sure) I left not one aliue, that might remayne, Or vnto whom they might my place procure. By night likewise I put like acts in vre: For day and night I ceased not to slay, Of _Getae’s_ friendes to roote the rest away. 30. I vestall virgins buried eke aliue, And made the souldiers multitudes to kill Because I deemde they were in wordes to blyue. Against my couche[1152] wherein I trauailde still, The souldiers slewe the men that thought no ill, Or made them buy their liues with all they had, Which were, to scape with life alone, full glad. 31. This donne, for feare from _Rome_ with speede I gate, The townelike life at home misliked mee: For why the citty did my murders hate, Where souldiers held their slaughters franke and free, And were enricht by spoile of each degree. I gate therefore with all my Martiall crewe From _Itayle_ land, _Danubian_ shoares to vewe. 32. Where, vnto hunting I applyde my selfe, To ride abroade in couche, and giue them lawes: In fewe dispacht their pleas about but pelfe, Not gieuen to heare long pleading playnts for strawes. I counted such but cafling[1153] captiue dawes As spent their substaunce, time, and goods in suite, About such things as could not yeelde them fruite. 33. I clad my selfe much like the _Germanes_ then, So trimde my haire, chose them my garde to serue: So framde my selfe to please these ruder men, As might them cause of mee full well deserue, From labour none with them I seemde to swerue: To digge, lifte, beare, to grinde, moulde, knead or bake, In painfull sort and simple fare to take. 34.