Boh. Then marke my stay, and the strange doubts,
That follow flatterers, lust and lawlesse will,
And then say I haue reason to forsake theworld,
And all that are within the same.
Gow shrowd vs in our harbor where weele see,
The pride of folly, as it ought to be.
Exeunt. 650
After the first act.
Ober. Here see I good fond actions in thy gyg,
And meanes to paint the worldes in constant waies
But turne thine ene, see which for I can commaund.
Enter two battailes strongly fighting, the one Simi Ranus, the
other, Staurobates, she flies, and her Crowne is taken,
and she hurt.
Boh. What gars this din of mirk and balefull harme,
Where euery weane is all betaint with bloud?
Ober. This shewes thee Bohan what is worldly pompe. 660
Simeranu., the proud Assirrian Queene,
When Ninus died, did tene in her warres,
Three millions of footemen to the fight,
Fiue hundreth thousand horse, of armed chars,
A hundreth thousand more yet in her pride
Was hurt and conquered by S. Taurobates.
Then what is pompe?
Bohan. I see thou art thine ene.
Thou bonny King, if Princes fall from high,
My fall is past, vntill I fall to die. 670
Now marke my talke, and prosecute my gyg.
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