Eubulus. What tiger’s whelp was he, that Damon did accuse?
What faith hast thou, which for thy friend thy death doth not refuse?
O heavy hap hadst thou to play this tragedy!
Woe worth the man which for thy death, &c.
Muses. [Woe] worth the man, &c.
Eubulus. Thou young and worthy Greek, that showeth such perfect love,
The gods receive thy simple ghost into the heavens above:
Thy death we shall lament with many a weeping eye.
Woe worth the man, which for his death, &c.
Muses. Woe worth the man, which for thy death hath given us cause to cry.