“No maruaile sure, though you herewith bee sad,
(You noble Britaines) for your Brutus’ sake.
Sith whilom mee your captaine stout you had,
That now my leaue and last farwell must take,
Thus nature willes mee once an ende to make,
And leaue you here behinde, which after mee
Shall die, as mee[206] departe before you see.
60.
“You wot wherefore I with the Græcians fought,
With dinte of sworde I made their force to fly: