ABSTRACT
Against those famous swordsmen ; but dost thou Bank me with them or think by conquering me To wear my crown when I surpass them all In Grace and greatness, troops and royal treasure ? Shall I obey a Caesar, fear his threats, And quail ? A thousand thousand warriors Are at my gate, and kings are in command Of each contingent. Called I all my lieges My land would not afford them room to camp, While treasures wait my chiefs when they go forth To war across our marches. What vain words Thou speakest in thus crowing o'er Dará !"
