Nor Loue-Obiect For well my Poet saies Militat omnis Amans Each Louer is a Souldier I can ioyne Cupids bow and Mars his Launce A pewter-coate fits me as well as silke It grieues me see Our Martiall spirits trace The idle streetes while weapons by their side Dangle and lash their backes as t' were to vpbraid Their needlesse vse Nor is it glory small They set vpon vs last when their proud Armes Fadome the Land and Seas and reach both Poles On then So great a Foe so good a cause Shall make our name more famous So thinkes Eulinus Cassib. Then Friends and Princes on this Blade take oath First to your Country to reuenge her wrongs And next to me as Generall to be lead With vnity and courage they kisse the sword All The gods blesse Britaine and Cassibelane Nenn. Now royall friends the Heires of mighty Brute You see what storme hangs houering ore this land Ready to poure downe cataclysmes of blood Let antient glory then inflame your hearts Beyond the craggy hilles of grim-fac'd death Bright honour keepes triumphant Court and deedes Of martiall men liue there in marble rolles Death is but Charon to the Fortunate Iles Porter to Fame What though the Romane arm'd with forraine spoyle Behind him lead the conquered world and hope To sinke our Iland with his Armies waight Yet we haue gods and men and horse to fight And we can brauely die But our iust cause Your forward loues and all our people edg'de With Dardane spirit and the powerfull name Of Country Bid vs hope for victory We haue a world within our selues whose breast No Forainer hath vn-revenged prest These thousand yeeres Though Rhine and Rhoane can serue And enuie Thames his neuer captiue streame Yet mauger all If we our selues are true We may despise what all the earth can doe Cassib. Le ts then dismisse the Legate with a frowne And draw our forces toward the Sea to ioyne With the foure Kings of Kent and so affront His first arriuall But before all let Our Priests and Druids in their hallowed groues Propitiate the gods and scanne events By their mysterious Artes Exeunt Act. 2. Scen. 2. Eulinus Hirildas Rollano Hir. Well so your tongue 's your own though drunk or angry Roll. Vmh seales his mouth Hir. Speake not a word vpon your life Be dumbe Roll. Vmh gives him money Hir. I 'le winch vp thy estate Be Harpocrates Roll. Vmh Hir. Thy fortunes shall be double-guilt Be midnight Roll. Vmh Hir. An excellent instrument to be the Bawd To his deare Lady But Rollano harke What words what looks did giue my letter wellcome Roll. Vmh Hir. Nay now thy silence is ante-dated Speake Roll. Vmh Hir. I giue thee leaue I say Speake Be not foolish Roll. Then with your leaue She vs'd vpon receipt No words but silent ioy purpell'd her face And seeing your Name strait clapt it to her heart To print there a New Copy As shee 'd say The words went by her eyes too long a way Hir. You told her my Conditions and my Oath Of silence and that only you be vs'd Roll. All Sir Hir. And that this night Roll. I Sir Hir. You guard the Doore Roll. I Sir Hir. But I nere meane to come Roll. No Sir Oh wretch Shall I deceiue when Shee remaines so true Hir. No Thou shalt be true and She remaine deceiu'd I 'le lye and yet I will not lye My Friend Eulinus in my shape shall clime her Bed This is the point You 'le promise all your ayd Roll. Your Seruant to Command and then Reward Eul. Wee 'll draw thee Meteor-like by our warme fauour Vnto the roofe and feeling of the Court Wee 'll raise thee hold but fast on Fortunes ladder Exit Roll. This Fellow is a Medley of most lewd And vicious qualities A braggart yet a coward A knave and yet a slave True to all villany But false to Goodnesse Yet now I loue him Because he stands iust in the way of loue Hir. Coosse I commend you to the Cyprian Queene Whil'st I attend Diana in the Forrest My kinsman Mandubrace and I must try Our Grey-hounds speed after a light-foot hare Exit Hirild Eul. O Loue whose nerves vnite in aequall bonds This massy frame Thou Caement of the world By which the Orbes and Elements agree By which all Liuing creatures ioy to bee And dying liue in their Posteritie Thy holy raptures warme each noble breast Sweetly inspiring more Soule Thy delight Surpasses melody Nectar and all pleasures Of Tempe and of Tempe's eldest Sister Elysium A banquet of all the Senses By thy Commanding power Gods into Beasts And Men to Gods are chang'd as Poets say When Sympathy rules All like what they obey But Loue triumphes when Man and Woman meete In full affection Double vowes then fill His sacred Shrine Yet This to mee denied More whets my Passion Mutuall Loue growes cold Venus be thou Propitious to my wiles And laugh at Louers periuries and guiles Exit Act. 2. Scen. 3. Lantonus Hulacus Two Druids in long robes hats like Pyramids branches of Mistletoe Lant That Soules immortall are I easily grant Their future State distinguisht Ioy or Paine According to the merits of this Life But then I rather thinke being free from Prison And bodily contagion they subsist In places fit for Immateriall Spirits Are not transfus'd from Men to beasts from beasts To men againe wheel'd round about by change Hul. And were it not more cruell to turne out Poore naked Soules stript of warme flesh like Landlords Bidding them wander Then forsooth imagine Some vnknowne Caue or Coast whether all the myriads Of soules deceas'd are slipt and thrust together Nay Reason rather sayes As at one moment Some dye and some are borne so may their Ghosts Without more cost serue the succeeding age For sure they do'nt weare to be cast aside But enter strait lesse or more noble bodies According to desert of former deedes The valiant into Lyons coward mindes Into weake Hares Th' ambitious into Eagles Soaring aloft But the peruerse and peeuish Are next indenniz'd into wrinkled Apes Each vice and vertue wearing seemely shapes Lant So you debase the gods most liuely image The humane Soule and ranke it with meere Brutes Whose life of reason void ends with their sense Enter Belinus Bel. Hayle to Heauens priuy Counsellors The King Desires your iudgement of these troublesome times Lant The gods foretold these mischiefes long agoe In Eldells raigne The Earth and Sky were fild With prodigies strange Sights and hellish shapes Sometime two Hostes with fiery launces met Armour and Horse being heard amid the Cloudes With Streamers red now march these ayrie Warriours And then a sable hearse-cloath wrappes vp all And bloody droppes speckled the grasse as falling From their deepe-wounded limbes Whilst staring Comets shooke their flaming haire Thus all our Warres were acted first on high And we taught what to looke for Hul. Nature tunes step-dame to her brood and dammes Deny their monstrous
the Priests Armies of men imbrue thy Altar stones Thanks also to the Trident-shakers Mace Drawne by two ramping Sea-horses at whose Becke The waters wrinkled frowne or smoothly smile But thou Heauens Diamond faire Phoebus Sister Nor Delian Dames nor the Ephesian Towers Shall blazon more thy Praise Thy influence strong Strucke vp the sandy ooes that madding waues Batterd their ships and dasht their bended sayles And with a tempest turn'd them round in skorne Cassib. But where 's the Answer which her Idoll gaue Can you expound the sense Lant Dread Soueraigne Thus runnes the Oracle Loud doth the King of Beasts roare High doth the Queene of Birds soare But her wings clipt soone grow out Both repent they are so stout Till C. gainst C. strike a round In a perfect Circle bound The meaning wrapt vp in crosse doubtfull termes Lyes yet thus open That disastrous fate Must be the Prologue to a ioyfull cloze The rest wee 'l search out if our skill don't faile Belin. Renown'd Cassibelane might my counsell speake Cassib. I know thy loyall heart and prudent head Vpon whose haires Time 's child experience hangs A milke-white badge of wisedome And canst wield Thy tongue in Senate and thy hands in field Speake free Belinus Bel. We forfeit fame and smother victory By idle lingering The Foe discomfited Must needs be much amaz'd His Ships dismembred Doe peece-meale floate vpon the waues The Horse Whose succour he expects are beaten backe By friendly windes His Campe contracted is A tithe of souldiers left the rest all slaine His chiefe munition spent or lost prouision An Armies soule but what we giue he wants What then shall hinder to destroy their name So none againe shall venter but our I le Rounded with Nereus girdle may inioy Eternall peace Cassib. I like thy warning with vnited stroke Of all our Nations wee 'l his Campe beleaguer Devouring ships and men But one mischance My Brother's wound his mortall wound I feare Turnes all to wormewood Why were ye dumbe ye Idolls No Sainted Statue did foretell this griefe Come le ts goe visit him You may Lord Generall Set Comius free We loue not to insult But render good for ill Exeunt Act. 3. Scen. 4. Caesar Volusene c. Caes. Heauen Sea and Wind and all the Elements Conspire to worke vs harme Our Ships in Gaule Wind-bound at length put forth and come in view Are tost and torne Our Nauy on the shoare With ciuill discord breake each others plankes The ayrie Rulers are displeas'd all day Noyses and nimble flashes mixt with raine Amaze our souldiers To make griefe full my Daughters death I heare When powerfull Fortune will thy anger cease Neuer till now did Caesar fortune feare Mount Palatine thou Throne of Ioue and ye Whose lesser Turrets pinnacle Rome's head Are all your Deities fled or was I bold To out-goe Nature and our Empire stretch Beyond her limites Pardon then my fault Or doe we basely faint Or is our might Answer'd with like since Troy gainst Troy doth fight Nor can I write now I came ouer and I ouercame Such foes deny such hast Volus. The Ilanders consult and sure intend Some sudden stratageme And now the scales Poyze equall day and night when rougher Seas And stormy Pleyads may our passage stop Caes. Then Sirs to ship Compell'd I leaue this land But to returne if gods doe not withstand Exeunt Act. 3. Scen. 5. Cassibelane Belinus Lantonus Nennius in a chaire Nenn. We wunne the day and all our foes are fled Bel. Yes noble Nennius scatter'd on the shoare Thicke lay the Latines and the glutted streame Spewes vp her dead whom death hath taught to swimme Though ignorant aliue Their flowing blood Made a new Red Sea But those few we lost Sweetly repos'd vpon their mothers breast And wounded all before kept in their face A warlike frowne Nenn. Where is false Caesars sword call'd Crocea Mors Which neuer hurt but kill'd Let it be plac'd Within my tombe Bel. Heere is the fatall Blade Nenn. Death like a Parthian flies and flying kils In midst of Conquest came my deadly wound Accursed weapon more accursed man Who Serpent-like in poyson bathes his sting Tyber doth breed as venemous beasts as Nile We skorne such cruell craft But death drawes neere A giddy horror seazeth on my braine Deare Brother and thou holy Priest of Heauen Witnesse my words I leaue my Country free And dye a victour Thus with lighter wing My purified soule mounts to her First-best Cause I long euen to behold those glorious Cloysters Where Brutus great Dunwallo and his sonnes Thrice noble Spirits walke Thou mighty Enginer of this wondrous Globe Protect this I le confound all forraine plots Graunt Thames and Tyber neuer ioyne thair chanells But may a naturall hate deriv'd from vs Liue still in our long-trailed progeny My eyes doe swimme in death Before this land shall weare the Romane yoke Let first the adamantine axell cracke Which bindes the Ball terrestriall to her poles And dash the empty aire Let Planets drop Their scalding gelly and all flame being spent Entombe the world in euerlasting smoake Come faster Death I can behold thy grim And vgly Iawes with quiet mind Now now I heare sweet musick and my spirit flies he dies Cassi. His breath is gone who was his Countries prop And my right hand Now onely doth he craue To see him laid with honour in the graue Act. 3. Scen. 6. Eulinus Hirildas Eul. A mind content Oh t is a mind of pearle A Mint of golden thoughts A Heauen on Earth When eager longer meete full-but their scope And hopes are actuated beyond hope So Iason ioy'd the golden Fleet obtain'd So Hercules ioy'd the golden fruit being gain'd So Venus ioy'd the golden Ball to hold So Mydas ioy'd when he turnd all to gold So and much more reioyc'd the Phrygian swaine When he conuaide the fairest except mine Which aire did euer kisse His brazen keele Proud of her burden slic'd the capering brine The Tritons blew their hornes and Sea-gods daunce Before behind about his Ship they praunce The meare-Maides skip on high but to compaire Their dangling tresses with her silken haire These were but shadowes of my blisse A robe Of pure beatitude wrapes me round about Without a specke or blemish nor can Invention Wish more vnto me than I haue Landora I 'me rich free learned honor'd all in this Who dares conceiue against the Female sexe But one base thought Lo heere I stand their Champion And will maintaine He is a beast a deuill Begot betweene a Bitch-woolfe and an Incubus Women all good all perfect and all gracious Men-making creatures Angels clad in flesh Let me adore your Name Hiril. And let me speake Why Landora loues not you but me in you Eul. But I in you inioy Landoraes loue Hir. But she inioyes not your loue cause vnknowne Eul. No matter I in you or you in me So that I still possesse my Dearest deare A paultry fancy last night
with nature To pledge his Darling He and thirtie more Of noble linage shall assure our faith Besides I pawne my life Caes. Enough I 'le once more crosse the Seas For your good more than mine That happier skie May blesse your Townes with peace your fields with plentie Perpetuall spring in gay perfum'd attire Sirname your I le the Garden of the West Mand. Thanks gracious Caesar for this kind acceptance My knee doth kisse the ground my lippe your knee Pardon ye gods if any haunt our land Ye Nymphes and Lares Fawnes and Silvanes wild That thus I bring a stranger on our coasts Whose forraine shape and language may affright Our lazie clownes and on my Countries backe Once tread victorious steps Be pleas'd to view Wrongs now redrest neglected first by you Caes. Now Volusene Our glorious state like the noone-pointed Sunne When he bestrides the Lyons flaming fleece Doth North-west rowle his burning brand whose fire The Oceans blue lake cannot stop but flies With brighter blaze to thaw the frozen Iles But how proceedes our preparation Volus. Many strong Ships are built fiue Legions arm'd Readie to launch Caes. Blow gently Africus Play on our poopes When Hyperions Sonne Shall couch in West his fome-bedappled iades Wee 'l rise to runne our course Exeunt Act. 4. Scen. 2. Eulinus Eul. Though Orpheus Harpe Arions Lute the Chimes Whose siluer sound did Thebane towers raise Though sweet Vrania with her ten-string Lyre Vnto whose stroke the daily-rowling sphaeres Dance their iust measures Should with tune and tone Tickle my eare-bred ayre Yet can their notes Those fabulous stones more enter than my Soule Lead poppy Slumber stupifie my heart But Bedlame griefe actes gambolles in my braine The Centaures Wheele Prometheus Hawke The Vulture Of Tityus Sisyphus neuer mossie stone The tale of Danaids tubbe and Tantalus gaping Are but flea-bitings to my Smart I 've slaine A kinsman more A friend I dearely lou'd Nay more no cause prouoking but in rash And hellish choller I had thought my Loue had cannon-proofe bin 'gainst A world of iniuries when see all is split By a small wind Cursed be thou my Sword The Instrument of Fury Cursed hand Which mad'st the thrust But most accursed Part Whose ruddy flesh triangular boyld in flame Like an Aetnean or Vesuvian Salamander That Breast I so could hugge that faithfull breast That snowy white I with darke sanguine stayn'd And from the wounds red lips his panting heart Did seeme to speake Is this a friendly deed O no Hirildas Beares can harmelesse play Lyons can dally and sheath vp their clawes I onely worst of brutes kill friends in iest Why dost Androgeus kindly-cruell keepe Mee from their Sentence Say Law bids me dye If Law should not I le make that Law my selfe Shall Ensignes be display'd and Nations rage About so vild a wretch Shall forraine hoofes Kick vp our trembling dust and must a Caesar Redeeme my folly with a kingdomes fall First may I stop blacke Cerberus triple iawes Dye Dye thou hast out-liv'd thy selfe Thou only Phaenix of females still dost bind and bound My runnagate spirit in these walles of mudde From thee and For thee t is I breath Yet how Borrow can I his Shape or vse mine owne Odious before now worse than hell-borne goblin With brand and chaines to skare this Doue all quaking Twixt wrath and feare But Time may fauour win When Hope doth fayle then Knife or Rope begin Exit Act. 4. Scen. 3. Cassib. Belin Rollano Cass. Wisdome confirme my Sense what seem'd their number Roll. Rising from shore Coniecture might descry A thousand Ships with painted prowes to pave The briny fields of Neptune their broad sayles Did Nereus canopy Titans taper vayle As nations twenty nine 'gainst Troy built vp A floating Delos of a thousand Ships To plough the liquid glasse No frame of Pallas No crafty Sinon but Those woodden horse Did Troy dis-Troy So Troynovant shall feele Her Mothers Fate Achilles comes againe And Pergamus againe shall sinke in dust They threaten Exit Cass. Wonder What can their Arsenalles spawne so fast Last yeere his Barkes and Gallyes were debosht This spring they sprout againe Belike their Nauy Like the Lernean adder faster growes The more t is prun'd They come their last Lord Deputy Lead on the present troopes and leauy new T were best I thinke to lett Him land least view Of his huge Nauy should our Commons fright Retire our selues to some place of advantage Entice him from his ships So cutt the veines Which nourish both Enclos'd he cannot scape Bel. I rather iudge We should oppose his footing Vsing the benefit of our naturall mound Cass. Vncertaine t is where when he makes in-road To furnish all vnlikely to neglect Any were dangerous as Pelides heele Our shores are large and levell Then t' attend His time and leasure would exhaust the state Weary our souldiers Bel. All places may be strengthned more or lesse As by last yeere Discretion now may guesse The Clifts themselues are Bullwarkes strong The Shelves And Flats refuse great ships the coast so open That euery stormy blast may rend their cables Put them from anchor Suffering double warre Their men pitcht battaile and ships navall fight For charges t is no season to dispute Spend something or loose all Shall he maintaine A fleete to inthrall vs we detract small costs When freedome life and kingdome lye at stake Cass. But the Assaylants are the flower of Italy Backt with foure hundred Gallick horse all tried And gallant troopes ioyn'd in one martiall body To giue a fuller stroke When we Defendants Scatterd along can weake resistance make Plainenesse of ground affoording vs no shelter Bel. For what serues Art and Engines Mounts and Trenches But to correct the nature of a plaine A few on firme land may keepe out a million Weaken'd by sea false footing billowes rage And ponderous rage When as receiu'd within He prospers by our spoile We feed a Viper And male-contents and rebells haue a refuge Nor were it safe to venter all at once When one fought field being lost swift ruine runnes And rushing throwes downe all Cassib. We know our strength and his wee 'l fight in field Some dozen miles from sea An open Theater Giues luster to our prowesse To keep him out Supposes feare not manhood No let him march Till he rowse death and stride his future graue Bel. Your will commands and mine obeies Exeunt Act. 4. Scen. 4. Caesar c. Ensigne Drumme Trumpet Flag Souldiers Shipmen The noyse of landing Caes. The coast is cleere Our honour is the Goale In vaine doth Tagus yellow sand obey Rhenes horned front and nimble Tygris running For wager with the wind which skimmes his top In vaine from Ganges to Hesperian Gades The Bounds markt out by Ioues two base-borne Sonnes Our Ecchoed Name doth sound If we recoyle From hence againe not victours Ye Pilotes old who were begot on mere-Maides Whose Element is the Sea bred and brought vp In cradles
quench his Taper in a flood of teares Is she dead Roll. Or in a long traunce Eul. She may reuiue I 'le visit her Art may prolong her daies Whether she will or no Exeunt Act. 4. Scen. 6. Chorus 1. Alecto rising from the lakes Of nights sad Empery With knotty bunch of curled snakes Doth lash faire Britany 2. More ghastly monster did not spring From the Hybernian flood With which Morindus combating Of foe became his food 3. Shall no more Shepheards in the shade sit whistling without care Shall neuer speare be made a spade And sword a plowing share 4. Grant heauen at last that Musick loud Of bloudy Mars be still That Britaine Virgins in a croud With hymnes the skie may fill 2. Song Nor is Landoraes losse The least part of our mournefull muse Ioue Iuno for to crosse This Troiane Dame for Bride did chuse Where Shee doth shine 'Boue Guendoline The Amazon of her daies And Mercia wise Law to deuise O sound Landor praise There doth she shine aboue Cleare as great Deliaes horned bow Bright as the Queene of Loue To shoote downe gentle beames below Sabrina dare Not to compare With her most splendent raies A ring the skie A gem her eie O sound Lando praise Act. 5. Scen. 1. Caesar Androgeus Mandubrace c. souldiers Caes. Thus gaine we ground yet still our foes will fight Whether they winne or loose With bloody drops Our path is printed Thames his maiden-cheekes Blush with vermilion Nations crave our League On euery side Yet still Cassibelane braves vs Nor will submit Androg. Not farre hence Verolame lies his chiefest fort By nature guarded round with woods and fennes By Art enclosed with a ditch and rampire From hence we must dislodge the Boare Mand. There are but two wayes to assayle this Towne Both which I know Your parted army must Breake thorow both at once and so distract His doubtfull reskues Enter Volusene with Hulacus prisoner Hul. Draw slaves vnwilling I dare meete my death And lead my Leader Vol. You 'le repent anon Hal If I doe ill But not for suffering ill Vol. Your stoicall apathy will relent I know This Priest I caught within a shady grove Devoutly kneeling at a broad Okes foot Now He awaites your Doome Caes. What god adore you Hul. Him whom all should serue Caes. What 's the Moone Hul. Nights Sunne Caes. What 's Night Hul. A foyle to glorifie the Day Caes. What most compendious way to happinesse Hul. To dye in a good cause Caes. What is a man Hul. An Hermaphrodite of soule body Caes. How differ they in nature Hul. The body hath in waight the soule in length Caes. One question more What dangers shall I passe Hul. Many by land and sea As steps to glory Throw Palatine on Aesquiline on both Heape Aventine to raise one Pyramis for a Chaire of Estate where thy aduanced Head Among those Heroes pictur'd in the Starres Orion Perseus Hercules may consult With Iove himselfe But shun the Senate house March round about the Caspian sea search out 'Mong Cedars tall the Arabian Phaenix nest Run counter to old Nile till thou discouer His sacred head wrapt vp in cloudy mountaines And rather than worke fayle Turne Hellespont Out of his channell Digge that Isthmus downe Which tyes great Africk Shun the Senate house Be Saturne and so thou shalt not be Tarquine A Brutus strong Repayes in Fine Thy brutish wrong To Brutus line Caes. Wee 'll talke at leasure more Exeunt Act. 5. Scen. 2. Cassib. Belin c. Cass. No rampires keepe him backe He presses forward Though euery stampe he treads seemes to coniure The fates from their infernall center None But he durst be so bold Bel. Yes when Britaines lead and Mandubrace insulting With naked sword calles on the lagging souldiers When fearce Androgeus with revolted nations Vsher his army No way halfe so quicke To ruinate kingdomes as by home-bred strife Thus while we single fight we perish all Cass. I I those treacherous caitiffes rebell slaves O may their countryes heauy curse them sinke Below the nine-fold brazen gates of hell That princox proud I t was a scape in policy I should haue slaine the whelps with their good Syre Let Britaines climactericall yeere now runne The Series breake of seuentie Kings Nay let One vrne conclude our ashes and the worlds Befall what will In midst of horrors noyse And crackling flames when all is lost wee 'll dye With weapons in our hands and victory skorne There 's none that dye so poore as they are borne Faithfull Belinus let a Post command The Kentish Kings to set vpon his fleete Whilst we heere bid the bace Foure thousand chariotteers Such as did glide vpon the Phrygian Plaines And wheeling double seruice doe performe Both horse-mans speed and foot-mans stable strength Still doe remaine With these and flocking voluntaries Wee 'll giue him once more battell Let the Captaines Enter and heare my charge Enter Captaines He stands on a throne Subiects and Fellow-souldiers We must now try For ancient freedome or perpetuall bondage There is no third choise The inraged foe With cruell pride proud avarice hath spoyl'd From East to West hunting for blood and gaine Your wiues and daughters ravisht ransackt townes Great bellyes ript with launces sprawling babes The spouse about her husbands necke run through By the same speare Thinke on these Obiects Then choose them for your Lords who spoyle and burne Whole countryes and call Desolation Peace Yeeld yeeld That he ennobled by our spoyles May clime the Capitoll with triumphant carte You led fast fetterd through the staring streets For citie Dames to mocke your habite strange And fill their arras hangings with our story No Brennus ghost forbid who this night stood Before my eyes and grimly furious spake Shall Britaine stoop to Romane Rods and Hatchets And servile tribute Will ye so defame Your ancestors and your successors wrong Heires but of slauery O this day make good The glory of so many ages past I see you are incens'd and wish to vse Your weapons not your eares All To armes to armes to armes Wee 'll fight and dye Exeunt Act. 5. Scen. 3. Eulinus in a nightcap vnbraced Violl Poynado Playes and sings to the violl So the Siluer-feathered swan Both by death and colour wan Loues to sing before shee dye Leauing life so willingly But how can I sing a note When dead hoarsenesse stops my throat Or how can I play a stroke When my heart-strings all are broke Come guilty night and with blacke velvet wings Mantle me round Let melancholike thoughts Hang all my braine with Blacks This darkesome grove My gallery So all things suite my mind Such funerall colours please a gasping heart I dyed with thee Landora once Now only Some strugling spirits are behind to be Laid out with most thrift on thy memory Where shall I first begin my last complaint Which must be measur'd by my glasse of life At thee Hirildas Slaine in furious moode