31.
My martial knyghtes who once so valiant were,
That they the worlde, euen al the world would spoyle,
This fury fyerce, this feeble fayntyng feare,
Did causlesse cause them thus here to recoyle,
Her only force inforst me to this foyle,
Not Cæsar’s force: no strength of Roman power,
But feare, euen feare, dyd make me here to lower.
32.
Which feare (for trueth) dyd neuer me dismaye,