Whose hart from foorth his brest for to displace,
I gladly woulde ten thousand deathes imbrace,
My lyfe (in faith) doth lothe to liue with shame,
By death therfore my lyfe shall purchase fame.
34.
For as I once did winne with courage stout,
In Galba’s shielde, the praunsing Pegasus,
So with renowne I nowe will go about,
To see if Claudius dare the cause discusse
With me alone, if couragious