His whole Fleete els, or suncke or lost before.
Lift vp thy head, thou ashie-cyndred Troy,
See the commaunder of thy traitor foes,
That made thy last nights woe, his first daies ioie,
Now gins his night of ioy and daie of woes:
His fall be thy delight, thine was his pride:
As he thee then, so now thou him deride.
He and Cassandra now are set on shore,
Which he salutes with ioy, she greetes with teares,
Currors are sent that poast to Court before,