I did prepare in euery poynt my powre, I sayl’d the seas, I spoyled them of _France_, I made the _Germans_ and the _Lumbartes_ lowre, Yea, good successe did so my state aduance. In _Italy_ such was my luckye chaunce, I did subdue, my souldiers had the spoyle, Of all the chiefest cities in that soyle. 22. See here howe roming rumor ranne about, See how report did tel a truthlesse tale: For _Hannibal_, the _Carthage_ duke so stout, Renide, it sayd, would once agayn assayle The _Roman_ state, and cause it nowe to quake: Which false report did put them in such feare, Cities would yeelde before my campe came neare. 23. His former feates the fuming fancies fed, That doubtful now affrighted sore with feare, They tel howe at _Trisemenus_ they sped, In _Cannas_ feeldes how they despoyled were, They hate to tel, they lothe that hap to heare, A bushel there he fyld (most true it is) With golden ringes _equestriordinis_. 24. And whilst their mindes on these mishaps do muse, They wishe that nowe good _Graccus_ were not dead, For _Fabius_, he who wysely would refuse Forthwith to fight, they wish for such a head, _Camillus_ nowe would stand them in great stead: And some with sighes did wishe for _Scipio_, Them to defend from me there deadly foe. 25. But as the lion _passente_ once with feare, _Gardante_, a mouing mollhil did beholde, From whence he thought some wonder would appeare, A little moule crepte from the mouing mould, Which made the quaking lione then so bolde, Feare set aside, that he for his delyght, Playd with the moule, and kilde the strengthlesse wight. 26. So nowe the campe of _Claudius_ did drawe neare, Where he hymself was lord cheefe general, Which greatly did delyght my hart to heare, And caused me my captaynes then to call, To whome I sayde, we two must striue for al The world so wide: which if I chance to winne, Then you yourselues haue ample part therein. 27. Euen whilst I marcht my men in good aray, A corsser post came praunsing in the fielde, Who comming to my cabbin, thus dyd say, “_Guidericus_, thy friendes at home be kilde, Thy natiue soyle to forrayne force did yielde, The _Romans_ they haue spoylde thee of eche thing, Thy brother there _Aruiragus_ is kyng.” 28.