The town is run away.
O Cæsar, if thou there didst reign,
Whilst one house stands come there again;
(Come quickly whilst there is one)
For if thou stay, but little fit,
But five years more, they will commit
The whole town to a prison.
To see it thus much grieved was I,
The proverb saith ’sorrows be dry,’
So was I at this matter;