Ober. How shuld these crafts withdraw thee from the world?
But looke my Bohan, pompe allureth.
Enter Cirus king, humbling themselues: himselfe crowned by
Oliue Pat, at last dying, layde in a marbell tombe with this
inscription
All exeunt.
Enter the king in great pompe, who reads it, & issueth,
crieth vermeum.
Boha. What meaneth this?
Ober. Cirus of Persia,
Mightie in life, within a marbell graue,
Was layde to rot, whom Alexander once
Beheld in tombde, and weeping did confesse 690
Nothing in life could scape from wrethednesse:
Why then boast men?
Boh. What recke I then of life,
Who makes the graue my tomb, the earth my wife:
But marke mee more.
3.
Boh. I can no more, my patience will not warpe.
To see these flatteries how they scorne and carpe.
Ober. Turne but thy head.