Not one of Getae’s friends I left behinde:
Also my wife whome I exilde away
To Sicile Ile, I caused them to slay.
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Lucilla eke, that auncient noble Dame,
To Marcus wise the daughter sage and graue,
Of Commodus that sister great of fame,
Which honour much in Rome deseru’de to haue,
I say, shee did my deedes therein depraue,
Because to Getae’s mother shee wept sore,