With conquerers hands, forbathde in their owne bloud,
And Cæsar weeping ouer Pompey’s head:
Yet saw I Scilla and Marius where they stood,
Their greate crueltie, and the deepe bloudshed
Of frends: Cyrus I saw and his host dead,
And howe the queene with greate despite hath flong
His head in bloud of them shee ouercome.
62.
Xerxes, the Percian king, yet sawe I there,
With his huge host, that dranke the riuers drye,