Vict. Heavens, pardon you.
Eugen. And strengthen him in all his sufferings.
Two Angels descend.
2 ANGEL SINGS.
Come, oh come, oh come away;
A Quire of Angels for thee stay;
A home where Diamonds borrow light,
Open stands for thee this night,
Night? no, no; here is ever day:
Come, oh come, oh come, oh come away.
1 Ang. This battaile is thy last; fight well, and winne A Crowne set full of Starres.
Belliz. I spy an arme Plucking [me] up to heaven; more waights, you are best; I shall be gone else.
Vict. Doe, Ile follow thee.
King. Is he not yet dispatcht?
Belliz. Yes, King, I thanke thee;
I have all my life time trod on rotten ground,
And still so deepe beene sinking that my soule
Was oft like to bee lost; but now I see
A guide, sweete guide, a blessed messenger
Who having brought me up a little way
Up yonder hill, I then am sure to buy
For a few stripes here rich eternity.