Commaunding all the rest, theyr race hee fits,
[Mishandling there the helme with losse of all on rockes hee hits.]
9.
For while that I abroade for glory hunt,
My sonnes at home in pleasures spent the time:
And as their father erst before was wont,
Endeuourde howe aloft they both might clime.
The elder fearce and cruell Antonine,
The yonger Geta gentle more and milde[1065] then hee,
Could not at any time in peace agree,