The Roman eagle, threatening woe,
The sea did shadow with her wing;
But our goose-quills did prick her so
That from the clouds they down her bring.
Both. Sing then, ye hills and dales so-so clear,
That Iö Pæan all may hear.
They may us call isles fortunate;
They sought for life here, not for fame.
All yield to them, they to our state:
The world knows but our double name.
Both. Sing then, ye streams and woods so-so clear,
That Iö Pæan all may hear.
Androgeus and Tenantius play at foils, then Hirildas and Eulinus play.
Eul. 'Twas foully play'd.
Hir. You lie, 'twas fairly hit.
Eul. I'll give a quittance.
Hir. Do your worst, vain braggart.
[They take swords, fight, Hirildas slain.