She causeth men to ryse ayenst theyr lorde

She is the cause of mortall heuynes

Whan she doth breke the good concorde

Wherfore me thynke by one accorde

For to exyle her it is now the best

Than man sholde lyue in peas and rest

cc .viii.

 And where she sayd that she exalted

Iulius cesar by her grete exylence

In that case she ryght clerely varyed

For it was I by my grete dylygence

That neuer was out of his presence

But ruled hym and made hym worthy

To be chosen emperour of all Italy

 Chosen he was by the comyn assent

For the grete wysedome that in hym shone

With a grete voyce and a hole entente

For lyke vnto hym was there none

That was so abell as he alone

For to occupye an Emperours dygnyte

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