My souldiers noble men for empire slewe,
This way to rise of all I proued wurst:
For why, his hand of gods and men is curst,
To rise aloft that layes the ground with bloud:
The states of such vnstable still haue stood,
[Despisde of mighty Ioue, that loues the gentle, meeke, and good.]
How Fvlgentivs a Scythian, or Picte, was slayne at the seege of Yorke, about the yeare of Christ, 206, or 213.
1.
I am that valiaunt Scythian Prince the Picte,
That vanquisht oft the Britaynes in this Ile: