Into their names the title to conuart,
His sonne Iülus did from thence depart,
With all the warlike youth of Troians bloud,
And in long Alba plast his throne apart,
Where faire it florished, and long time stoud,
Till Romulus renewing it, to Rome remoud.
There there (said Britomart) a fresh appeard xliv
The glory of the later world to spring,
And Troy againe out of her dust was reard,
To sit in second seat of soueraigne king,