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 Did hyde his homes with Lawrell leaves: and then without the wall He standing on a mount the which his men had made of soddes, And having after auncient guyse made prayer to the Goddes Sayd: Heere is one that shall (onlesse yee bannish him your townc Immediatly) bee king of Rome and weare a royall crowne. What man it is, I will by signe, but not by name bewray. He hath uppon his brow two homes. The wizard heere dooth say, That if he enter Rome, you shall lyke servants him obey. He myght have entred at your gates which open for him lay, But I did stay him thence. And yit there is not unto mee A neerer freend in all the world. Howbee't forbid him yee O Romanes, that he comme not once within your walles. Or if He have deserved, bynd him fast in fetters like a theef. Or in this fatall Tyrants death, of feare dispatch your mynd. Such noyse as Pynetrees make what tyme the heady easterne wynde Dooth whiz amongst them, or as from the sea dooth farre rebound: Even such among the folk of Rome that present was the sound. Howbee't in that confused roare of fearefull folk, did fall Out one voyce asking, Whoo is hee? And staring therewithall Uppon theyr foreheads, they did seeke the foresayd homes. Agen (Quoth Cippus) Lo, yee have the man for whom yee seeke. And then He pulld (ageinst his peoples will) his garlond from his head, And shewed them the two fayre homes that on his browes were spred. At that the people dassheth downe theyr lookes and syghing is Ryght sorye (whoo would think it trew?) to see that head of his, Most famous for his good deserts. Yit did they not forget The honour of his personage, but willingly did set The Lawrell garlond on his head ageine. And by and by The Senate sayd: Well Cippus, sith untill the tyme thou dye Thou mayst not come within theis walles, wee give thee as much ground In honour of thee, as a teeme of steeres can plough thee round, Betweene the dawning of the day, and shetting in of nyght. Moreover on the brazen gate at which this Cippus myght Have entred Rome, a payre of homes were gravde to represent His woondrous shape, as of his deede an endlesse monument. Yee Muses whoo to Poets are the present springs of grace, Now shewe (for you knowe, neyther are you dulld by tyme or space)