Bullen. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
Spirit. Let him shun Castles, safer shall he be vpon the sandie [♦] plaines, then where Castles mounted stand.
30 Now question me no more, for I must hence againe. He sinkes downe againe.
[♦] Bullen. Then downe I say, vnto the damned poule.
Where Pluto in his firie Waggon sits.
Ryding amidst the singde and parched smoakes,
The Rode of Dytas by the Riuer Stykes,
35 There howle and burne for euer in those flames,
Rise Iordaine rise, and staie thy charming Spels.
[♦] Sonnes, we are betraide.