He shows the kings and Britain’s noblest peers.
Gildas. He was not now to seek what blood to draw:
He knew what juice refresh’d his fainting crown,
Too much of Arthur’s heart. O, had he wist,
How great a vice such virtue was as then,
In civil wars, in rooting up his realm!
O frantic fury, far from valour’s praise!
Nuncius. There fell Aschillus stout, of Denmark king;
There valiant Gawin, Arthur’s nephew dear,
And late by Augel’s death made Alban king,