[♦] Richard yet lives, hell’s black intelligencer,
[♦] Only reserved their factor, to buy souls
[♦] And send them thither: but at hand, at hand,
Ensues his piteous and unpitied end:
[75] Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,
[♦] To have him suddenly convey’d away.
[♦] Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
[♦] That I may live to say, The dog is dead!
[♦] Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophesy the time would come
80 That I should wish for thee to help me curse