‘To wreak Achilles’ death, at Troy whom Paris slew,
‘There by Pandrasus kept in sad and servile awe:
‘Who when they knew young Brute, and that brave shape they saw,
‘They humbly him desire, that he a mean would be,
‘From those imperious Greeks his countrymen to free.
‘He, finding out a rare and sprightly youth, to fit
‘His humour every way, for courage, power, and wit,
‘Assaracus, (who though that by his sire he were
‘A Prince among the Greeks, yet held the Trojans dear;
‘Descended of their stock upon the mother’s side,