The _Germanes_ much reioyste my kinde of life, My sufferaunce great in during labours long: The name of mate with vs was holden rife, I seemde a fellowe souldier them among: Of stature small, yet was I wondrous strong, So that the stoutest men[1154] which in mine armies were, Durst not with mee great burdens dare to beare.[1155] 35. When at _Danubius_ I had placed strength, To _Thracia_ thence with speede apace I went: Where monuments agayne I made at length To _Alexander’s_ fame: to _Rome_ I sent Likewise of statues for the same intent, In _Capitole_ and temples them to place, For honour great of _Alexander’s_ grace. 36. I made mee garments eke of _Thracian_ guise, And captaynes mee to _Alexander_ call; To _Pergame_ thence in _Asia_ great that lies I gate, _Achilles_ tombe with honours all To vewe perdy,[1156] as stories witnesse shall: Whence (order set) to _Antioche_ I farde, Where my receyte with honour was preparde. 37. To _Alexandria_ then I fared faste, For they had scofte full oft before at mee: My mother they had named Queene _Iocaste_, _Achilles_ great and _Alexander_ mee. They smil’de my folly great herein to see, Which though I were a dwarfe of stature small, Durst take the name of captaynes great and tall, 38. Ne _Getae’s_ murder spared oft to spread, As is their nature gieuen to taunt and iest: Wherefore as though Religion had mee lead, I offred sacrifice with solemne feast At _Alexander’s_ tombe, where most and least Of all the youth were present to behold The offerings great I brought, and giftes of gold. 39. This donne, I wil’d the youth should all prepare To showe themselues in field: for I would choose A band by _Alexander’s_ name to fare, As erst in _Thrace_ and _Sparta_ I did vse. They came reioysing all, to heare the newes: Where I with souldiers come to take the vewe, Them compast in, and all the people slewe. 40. The valley all did swimme with streames of bloud, So great that time a slaughter was there made: It staynde the mighty mouthes of _Nilus_ floud, And on the shoares you might bloud wetshod wade: My piners eke were prest with showle and spade T’interre the dead, a monstrous trench that fill, And on them [scarce all] dead, they rearde a mighty hill. 41.