Wretch Antony! since then Mægæra pale
With Snakie haires enchain’d thy miserie.
The fire thee burnt was neuer Cupids fire
(For Cupid beares not such a mortall brand)
It was some furies torch, Orestes torche,
which sometimes burnt his mother-murdering soule
(When wandring madde, rage boiling in his bloud,
He fled his fault which folow’d as he fled)
kindled within his bones by shadow pale
Of mother slaine return’d from Stygian lake.