1. Gua. Then let vs hoyse vp sayle, mercy receiue
Thy soule to Heauen, Earth to Earth we leaue. |Exeunt.|
Enter Atlanta.
Atlan. What spectacle is this? A man new slaine,
Close by the Princes Herse! Who is’t? Oh, me,
The Noble Prince Lisandro. Cruell Fate,
Is there no hope of life? See, he looks vp,
Ile beare him out of the ayre, and stop his wound:
If there be any hope, I haue a Balme
Of knowne experience, in effecting cures