Takes on her swarthy shoulders Heccate
Crown'd with a grove of oakes! flie where men feele
The burning axeltree; and those that suffer105
Beneath the chariot of the snowy Beare:
And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting
To the eternall dwellers; that a thunder
Of all their sighes together (for their frailties
Beheld in me) may quit my worthlesse fall110
With a fit volley for my funerall.
Umb. Fri. Forgive thy murtherers.