Did’st treason never yet commit, of this thou may’st be bold.
In Mars his games, in martial feats thou wast his only aid.
The huge Charibd his hazards[198] thou for him hast[199] oft assail’d:
Was Scylla’s force by thee oft shunn’d, or yet Lady Circe’s[200] land,
Pasiphae’s[201] child, the[202] Minotaur, did cause thee ever stand?
To pleasure him, to serve thy liege,[203] to keep all things upright,
Thou God above, then what is it that yieldeth me this spite?
Sith nothing needs misdoubted be, where grounded cause is none,
I enter will Judge Appius’ gate, rejecting care and moan.
But stay, Virginius: lo, thy prince doth enter into place,