Antenor’s friends on Tuscane shores I sought,
And did them[207] not my promist land deny,
By Martiall powre I made the Frenchmen fly,
Where you to saue I lost my faithfull frende,
For you, at Tours, my Turnus tooke his ende.
61.
“I neede not now recite what loue I bare,
My friendship you, I trust, haue found so well,
That none amongst you all which present are,
With teares doth not record the tale I tell.