[019] Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.
020 Bot. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it: if I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I will move [022] storms, I will condole in some measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, [024] or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.
[025] The raging rocks
[026] And shivering shocks
Shall break the locks
Of prison-gates;
And Phibbus’ car
030 Shall shine from far,
And make and mar
The foolish Fates.