[1079] _Sixe score miles and twelue._ There was some error of the press in this number. According to _Lanquet_, it should be _five_ score and twelve, while the Polychronicon, which appears to be the poet’s authority, says, “he made a walle in Brytayne that stretcheth six score myle and _tweyne_ vnto the see.” [1080] Fulgentius stout without delay. N. [1081] To Scythia sail’d, and there his chance did tell. N. [1082] And with an host of Picts. N. [1083] And vnsure. N. [1084] A wall an hundred mile. N. [1085] Our ancient race (as I can shew with skill.) N. [1086] Ioue’s. N. [1087] Their foule sin. N. [1088] As God did make the zones hot, milde, and cold, So did he make like men the same to hold. N. [1089] Is no fit clime, whence man should. N. [1090] As they do vse. N. [1091] But of proud Rome’s Seuerus. N. [1092] Made to keepe me out. N. [1093] And taking land. N. [1094] The cries and shouts of men to skies resound. N. [1095] I made my way. N. [1096] Where with my Picts the Parthique I did stay. N. [1097] For as I conquest sought, With my life blood the conquest deare was bought. N. [1098] Gifts. N. [1099] Do. N. [1100] Germanie. N. [1101] I fauour had, and liu’d belou’d alway. N. [1102] Appointed it my right. N. [1103] Iustice had from N. [1104] But gaue an end to causes. N. [1105] Le stories tell if I do faine in this. N. [1106] In warres as stout, but. N. [1107] I not opprest the weaker sort. N. [1108] Pleasure all, both. N. [1109] But brother’s treason caused all our ill. N. [1110] Hight Antonine. N. [1111] Was, as may appeare. N. [1112] To kill. N. [1113] That so by them his sire might poisoned bee. N. [1114] This when our sire Seuerus wist and saw. N. [1115] That bloodie beast was bent. N. [1116] Perswading vs true concord for to hold. N. [1117] Oft. N. [1118] T’enlarge his power for th’empire him addrest. N. [1119] Pursuing warre: neere Yorke. N. [1120] I was foretold my life. N. [1121] Apart from his, that did my death deuise. N. [1122] My seruants were allur’d. N. [1123] By poison to procure my life’s decay. N. [1124] Because they would not to his will be wrought, To bring them vnto death he daily sought. N. [1125] In danger I was forst. N. [1126] Not long to wrecke. N. [1127] That in the euen he came to spill my blood, As I vnarmed with my mother stood. N. [1128] She him besought. N. [1129] Fates. N. [1130] Antonine that wretch. N. [1131] Now maist thou deeme. N. [1132] He to his sire of sonnes was most vnkind. N. [1133] What monster wrought his faithfull friends such woe. N. [1134] Throng. [1135] Their deathes my wicked heart could glad. N. [1136] And some who did my trecherie disclose. N. [1137] All my friends I sought to make. N. [1138] To forsake. N. [1139] To which in shew I granted N. [1140] Perceiue then one alone. N. [1141] I said, I should by foes be forc’d to die. N. [1142] All resorted to my tent. N.