A corsser post came praunsing in the fielde,
Who comming to my cabbin, thus dyd say,
“Guidericus, thy friendes at home be kilde,
Thy natiue soyle to forrayne force did yielde,
The Romans they haue spoylde thee of eche thing,
Thy brother there Aruiragus is kyng.”
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Which newes although they dyd amaze me much,
Yet I whose hart did neuer faynt for feare,
“Although,” sayd I, “their good successe be such,