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THE Consull boulde
That
Who, for his faithe receyued this rewarde,
And three score shippes, and eeke two hundreth townes,
Yet flattringe fate, in fine vppon him frownes.
For after by
Yet, with desire for to redeeme their owne,
Their messenger they made him, at the laste:
And in exchaunge, hee vnto
For prisoners there, and on his worde hee wente.
If that hee fail'd of that, they did require:
But when hee sawe so manie in their handes,
Thoughe
Yet coulde hee not theretoo, in harte agree,
Bycause for him, so manie shoulde bee free.
Thus, countries loue, was dearer then his life,
Who backe retourn'de, to keepe his promise true:
Where hee did taste longe time of tormentes rife,
But yet, his harte no tortures coulde subdue.
And in the ende, was thruste in tonne with nailes.
Bello punico.
Belli Punici, copio-
sissimè pulcherrimis
elegantissimisq. ver-
sibus hanc histo-
riam narrat.
cap. 4.