All this whole world submitted vnto me:

A man who neuer saw enlaced pikes

With bristled pointes against his stomake bent,

Who feares the field, and hides him cowardly

Dead at the verie noise the souldiors make.

His vertue, fraude, deceit, malicious guile,

His armes the arts that false Vlisses vs’de,

Knowne at Modena, wher the Consuls both

Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men

To gett their armie, warre with it to make