Who stird with[787] pitty of the stressed plight
Of this sad Realme, cut into sundry shaires
By such, as claymd themselues Brutes rightfull haires,
Gathered the Princes of the people loose,
To taken counsell of their common cares;
Who with his wisedom won, him streight did choose
Their king, and swore him fealty to win or loose.
Then made he head against his enimies, xxxviii
And Ymner slew, of[788] Logris miscreate;
Then Ruddoc and proud Stater, both allyes,