[888] Yee princes all and noble men beware of pride, Wracke not the Commonwealth for wealthie kingdome’s sake; Be warn’d by me that set myselfe the world to guide, Beware what bloodie warres for rule you vndertake: Ere three and twentie wounds had made my heart to quake, How many thousands fell from Pompeyes pride and mine? How many valiant Knights did loued life resigne? N. [889] Themselues againe for griefe. N. [890] For they would neuer yeeld though I did them subdue. N. [891] Some trauail’d farre away. N. [892] Loth to stay and see. N. [893] Swift. N. [894] On Aphrike’s coasts, and Asia. N. [895] Also knew. N. [896] Was nought but glorie. N. [897] Rule 'mongst men aboue. N. [898] In mind of. N. [899] So oft addrest. N. [900] I iustly deeme. N. [901] Wounds this sentence long hath stood. N. [902] Of. N. [903] All men that in affaires themselues imploy. N. [904] Doe. N. [905] But first vnto Augustus what befell. [906] I was both vnto warre. N. [907] The Romanes heapt on me all worldly blisse. N. [908] Best 'mongst them. N. [909] But otherwise then I had thought it fell. N. [910] About that time did. N. [911] Loe now when as the Hebrewes. N. [912] Fiends. N. [913] All men called. N. [914] The priests in enuie brought him vnto me. N. [915] Wisard ’gainst. N. [916] Which I belieuing whipt him. N. [917] They kept three daies with souldiers stout: yet he. N. [918] Which wheu they heard, they. N. [919] Say, his corpes was stolne away. N. [920] --they money taken had; I write the truth, if any otherwise Do bring report, account it but vain lies. N. [921] Punish. N. [922] To their accusers threaten. N. [923] I eke Germanicus with poyson slew. N. [924] But mine owne selfe who did abuse my place. N. [925] Caligula at last did poyson me. N. [926] In throne on earth a prince as God doth sit, And as a God no iustice should omit. N. [927] Of foul lust incest. N. [928] Which mine owne seruants loathing at the last, With their owne hands my timelesse death did hast. N. [929] The princely rote no tyrant thoughts can hide. N. [930] Guiderius was my name, the sonne of yore, Of noble Cimbaline, and after king: The Romane tribute I would pay no more. N. [931] I stoutly did deny what they did claime, Though many counseld me to yeeld the same. N. [932] By force and fraude proud Cæsar heere did raigne, But now by might my right I would maintaine. N. [933] Amongst his men, a Captaine stout he had, With whom in fight I made my party good; _Hamonius_ men him cal’d, who for his blade In single fight so often I withstood: At last did worke a wile to shed my blood. N. [934]