Enter our kings carring Crowns, Ladies presenting odors 700
to Potentates in thrond, who suddainly is slaine
by his seruaunts, and thrust out, and so they eate.
Exeunt.
Ober. Sesostris who was conquerour of the werld,
Slaine at the last, and stampt on by his slaues.
Boh. How blest are peur men then that know their graue,
Now marke the sequell of my Gig.
Boh. An he weele meete ends: the mirk and sable night
Doth leaue the pering morne to prie abroade, 710
Thou nill me stay, haile then thou pride of kings,
I ken the world, and wot well worldly things,
Marke thou my gyg, in mirkest termes that telles
The loathe of sinnes, and where corruption dwells
Haile me ne mere with showes of gudlie sights:
My graue is mine, that rids me from dispights.
Accept my gig guid King, and let me rest,
The graue with guid men, is a gay built nest.
Ober. The rising sunne doth call me hence away,
Thankes for thy gyg, I may no longer stay: 720
But if my traine, did wake thee from thy rest,
So shall they sing, thy lullabie to nest.
Actus Secundus. Schena Prima. II. i.
Enter the Countesse of Arrain, with Ida her daughter
in theyr porch, sitting at worke.
A Song.
Count. Faire Ida, might you chuse the greatest good
Midst all the world, in blessings that abound:
Wherein my daughter shuld your liking be?