Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
And when the _Pictes_ did see their king depriude
Of vitall life, Lord, how they fled the fielde!
They made me muse, to see how fast they striude,
With staylesse steppes, eche one his life to shielde,
Who could not flye, he there with care was kilde:
So by my meanes, my country did obtaine
Her auncient state, and liberty agayne.
10.
At my returne I to _Seuerus_ sayde,
See here how I with woundes am all bestead?
I cannot liue, I feele how lyfe doth fade,
_Lodrike_ himselfe did carue and cut my head,
For which my blade his lukewarme blood hath shed:
He cut my cap, and I haue got his crowne,
He lost his lyfe, and I haue found renowne.
11.
_Seuerus_ then vnto his surgion sayde,
“Heale hym, and bryng him safe and sound agayne,
Thou for thy paynes with poundes shalt wel be payd,
And he shall haue such honoure for his payne,
As vnto him for euer shal remayne:
For by the gods which rule the skies aboue,
His noble actes deserue eternal loue.”
12.
When by the skill of surgion’s curious arte,
My hurtes were heal’d, and holesome health ensude,
_Seuerus_ then reioycing at the harte,
Made me a lorde, with wealth he me indude,
Yea, he although my learning were but rude,
Sent me to _Rome_, as legate of this lande,
To make report how here our state did stande.
13.
My deedes at home[1173] inrichte me with renowne,
My talke abroad, with proper filed phrase,
Adornde my head euen with a _laurell_ crowne:
The emperour did much commend my wayes,
So that I was bedeckt with double prayse:
I could not reade, my lerning was but weake,
Yet they of _Rome_ did muse to heare me speake.
14.
As learned arte doth geue a goodly grace
To some: so some by nature’s giftes do get
Eternal fame, and purchase them a place
Aboue the place where learned men do sit.
We finde the fine dexteritye of wit
In them which be both wise and ful of skill:
Yet neuer striude to clime _Pernassus_ hill.
15.
So I with prayse a time at _Rome_ did stay,
And tract of time returnde me backe agayne,
The emperour, he gaue my ryght away
Within a while, which made me storme amayne:
I had great cause me thought for to complayne,
_Seuerus_, he was made the king of all:
The giftes he gaue to me were very small.
16.
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