Eurialæ! Urania! Artesia! so!—"
Heart rent in sunder, with these words of woe.
"But soft, here comes! Who comes? and not calls out
Of rape and murder, love and villainy?
Stay, wretched man! Who runs? doth never doubt
It is thy soul! thy Saint! thy deity!
Then call the birds to ring a mourning Knell,
For mad Daiphantus, who doth love so well!
"O sing a song, parted in parcels three,
I'll bear the burden still of all your grief;