And so with Cæsar’s sword his friend I slew.
30.
What neede I name you euery Britayne here,
As first the King, the nobles all besyde,
Full stout and worthy wights in warre that were,
As euer erst the stately Romaynes tryde:
Wee fought so long they durst no longer bide:
Proude Cæsar hee for all his bragges and boste
Flew backe to ships, with halfe his scattered hoste.
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