*4 Of the Stlke Kvormet 
O Lions fiercefor if ought fiercer be, 
Amongft the heards of woody outlawcs fell) 
Rent, rent in twainc this thrife-accurfcd me: 
From out your paunch conucy my foule to hell: 
W hofe murdring flouth,and not the fillers three. 
Did T hisbe (wectc,fwccte T hisbe fowly quell: 
But cowards oncly call &c wilh for death, 
Whilft valiant hearts in filencc banifli breath. 
Then ftooping,firaight he took hir fcarfe fro groun£» 
And bare it with him to th’appoynted place, 
Kifsing it oft,watring each rent and wound. 
With thoufand tcarcs,that trailing ranne apace. 
Salt tearcs they weredent from his eyes vnfound. 
Yea falter then the fweatc of Oceans lace: 
At laft (hauing vnlheath’d his fatall blade) 
Thus gan he cry, as life beganae to fade. 
Hold earth, rccciue a draught eke of my bloud, 
(And therewith lcan'd vppon his fword amainc) 
Then falling backward from the crimfin floud. 
Which fpowted forth with fuch a noyfe and ftraine, 
As water doth, when pipes of lead or wood, 
Aregoog’d with punch,orcheefill flit in twainc. 
Whiffling in th’ayrc, 8c breaking it with blowes, 
Whilft heauic moyfturc vpward forced Howes. 
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