This makes me plaine, makes me my selfe accuse,
Fortune in this hir spitefull force doth vse
Repine at heau’ns in my happes pittiles.
A man, a woman both in might and minde,
In Marses schole who neuer lesson learn’d,
Should me repulse, chase, ouerthrow, destroie,
Me of such fame, bring to so lowe an ebbe?
Alcides bloud, who from my infancie
With happie prowesse crowned haue my praise.
Witnesse thou Gaule vnus’d to seruile yoke,