Cra. Look Sir, Jove appears,
The Peacock of our State, that spreads a train
Brighter than Iris blushes after rain.
Euph. You need not thank me Conon, in your love
You Antidated what I can do for you,
And I, in gratitude, was bound to this,
And am to much more: and what ere he be
Can with unthankfulness assoile me, let him
Dig out mine eyes, and sing my name in verse,
In Ballad verse, at every drinking house,
And no man be so charitable to lend me
A Dogg to guide my steps.
Nea. Haile to Euphanes.
Sos. Mighty Euphanes.
Era. The great Prince Euphanes.
Tut. Key of the Court, and Jewell of the Queen.
Unc. Sol in our Firmament.
Onos. Pearl in the States eye.
Nea. Being a black man.
Era. Mistress of the Land.