In which I will unto you all unfold 
Our royal mind and resolute intent:— 
When golden Hebe, daughter to great Jove, 
Covered my manly cheeks with youthful down, 
Th’ unhappy slaughter of my luckless sire, 
Drove me and old Assarachus, mine eame, 
As exiles from the bounds of Italy: 
So that perforce we were constrained to fly 
To Graecia’s Monarch noble Pandrassus. 
There I alone did undertake your cause, 
There I restored your antique liberty, 
Though Graecia frowned, and all Mollossia stormed, 
Though brave Antigonus, with martial band, 
In pitched field encountered me and mine, 
Though Pandrassus and his contributories, 
With all the route of their confederates, 
Sought to deface our glorious memory 
And wipe the name of Trojans from the earth, 
Him did I captivate with this mine arm, 
And by compulsion forced him to agree 
To certain articles which there we did propound. 
From Graecia through the boisterous Hellespont, 
We came unto the fields of Lestrigon, 
Whereas our brother Corineus was, 
Since when we passed the Cicillian gulf, 
And so transfretting the Illirian sea, 
Arrived on the coasts of Aquitaine, 
Where with an army of his barbarous Gauls 
Goffarius and his brother Gathelus 
Encountering with our host, sustained the foil. 
And for your sakes my Turnus there I lost, 
Turnus that slew six hundred men at arms 
All in an hour, with his sharp battle-axe. 
From thence upon the strons of Albion 
To Corus haven happily we came, 
And quelled the giants, come of Albion’s race, 
With Gogmagog son to Samotheus, 
The cursed Captain of that damned crew. 
And in that Isle at length I placed you. 
Now let me see if my laborious toils, 

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