Sprung from the warlike Troian’s roiall race?
And shall our thoughts be then so baselie bent,
As with subiection seruilie t’embrace
The yoke of loftie Rome the world’s disgrace?
Her fame shall fall, our Britaine state shall rise,
She ore the world no more shall tyrannize.
65.
With swiftest speed returne thou this replie,
That we a people free will still maintaine
’Gainst all the world our ancient libertie,