As thou, O Cæsar, writste the Gods haue geuen to thee
The west: so I replye, they gaue this Island[714] mee.
Thou sayst you Romaynes and thy selfe of Gods discend,
And darst thou then to spoile our Troian bloud pretend?
Againe, though Gods haue giu’n thee all the world as thine,
That’s parted from the world, thou getst no land of mine.
And sith likewise of Gods wee came a Nation free,
Wee owe no tribute, ayde, or pledge to Rome, or thee:
Retracte thy will, or wage thy warre, as likes thee best:
Wee are to fight, and rather then to frendship, prest.