The King which cal’d to minde his former foile, His flight, and brother deare by Troians take,[143] The towne hee lost, where _Brutus_ gaue[144] the spoile, Hee thought not so the fielde and fight forsake, But of his men a muster new to make, And so againe for to besiege the towne In hope reuenge, or winne his lost renowne. 13. By night the ambushe,[145] that his purpose knew, Came forth from woods, whereas they[146] waited by, The Troians all th’ vnarmed Græcians slew, Went through their campe, none could their force deny, Vnto the tent where _Pandrasus_ did ly, Whereas Lord _Brutus_[147] tooke their King that night, And sau’d his life as seem’d a worthy wight. 14. This great exploite so wisely well atchiu’d, The Troiane victour did a counsaile call, Wherein might bee for their estate contriu’d, By counsaile graue, the publique weale of all. Now tell (quoth he) what raunsome aske wee shall? Or what will you for our auaile deuise? To which _Mempricius_ answer’d, graue and wise.[148] 15. “I cannot (_Brutus_[149]) but commend thine act[150] In this, thou noble Captaine, worthy praise: Which deemest well, it were an heynous fact,[151] T’ abridge the Grecian king of vitall daies, And that wee ought[152] by clemency to raise Our fame to skie, not by a sauage guise, Sith Gods and men both, cruelty despise. 16. “The cause wee fought, was for the freedome all Of Troians taken, wee haue freedome won, Wee haue our purpose, and their king withall, To whom of rigour nothing ought bee done: Though hee the quarrel with vs first begon, And though wee owe the fall of Troyes requite, Yet let reuenge thereof from gods to lighte. 17. “His subiects now bewaile[153] their proude pretence, And weapons laide aside, for mercy crie: They all confesse their plagues to come from thence, Where first from faith of Gods they seemd to fly. Their Nobles dare not come the case to try, But euen for peace, with all their heartes, they sue, And meekly graunt, whence all their mischiefes grewe. 18. “The Princesse[154] fayre, his daughter, who surmounte For vertues rare, for beautie braue, and grace, Both _Helen_ fine, of whom they made accountes, And all the rest that come of Græcian race, Shee for her father sues, bewailes his case, Implores, desires thy grace, and gods aboue, Whose woes may them and thee to mercy moue.[155] 19.