Al you therefore which compt this quarrell good, By heaued handes let me them vnderstand: My brother _Aruiragus_ by me stoode: “I must not I,” (he sayde) “holde vp my hande, Nor thee herein assist with any bande: For sith we both haue sworne aleagance due, To _Rome_, to _Rome_ I euer wil be true. 15. “No feare of force, no hasarde, no mishappe, Doth dant my mynde, I dare what dare be donne, Though nowe we sit in lady fortune’s lappe. By fayth defilde, no honour can be wonne: The wrath of God men periurde cannot shun: Do thou therefore what best thyselfe doth seeme, Giue them their ryght, for that is best I deeme.” 16. Sith all but you (my brother) do consent, My counsayle and my commons do agree, Yea all the force of this my realme is bent, To liue and dye for countrie’s libertie: Take you therefore this sentence in _boun gre_, Because thou seemst a seruile lyfe to loue, The towre a house is best for thy behoue. 17. An othe constraynd is made to none auaile, To breake such othe doth not the fayth defile, Let them goe tel to _Claudius_ this tale, We meane with force to furnishe this our ile, Which force himselfe shal fede within a while, For if he wyll not fetch his tribute here, We then wyl goe and pay hym tribute there. 18. Which when the Roman _Claudius_ had heard, Though he at home had ciuile strife in hande, And though he were by forrain foes debar’de, And could not come him selfe, yet he a bande Of thirtie thousand sent, for to withstand My strength: which strength in the fyrst foughten feelde They found so strong, that forst they al did yeelde. 19. From _Galba_ then myselfe his shield did get, In golden feelde which had the horse of fame, Euen _Pegasus_ in seemely siluer set, The curious skill of heraultes there did frame, Th’asheument true, of auncient _Troy_ by name, Imbordred braue with golden letters thus, _Senatus, Populusque Romanus_. 20. Wherewith as one prict foorth with good successe, A great attempt I quickly did deuise, I ment, O _Rome_, vpon thy walles to presse, It easye seem’de to me in my surmise, To compasse all that I did enterprise: Me thought I could winne al the worlde in haste, But fyrst I ment the _Romane_ state to waste. 21.