Such was the bloudie, murdring, hellish loue Possest thy hart faire false guest _Priams_ Sonne, Fi’ring a brand which after made to burne The _Troian_ towers by _Græcians_ ruinate. By this loue, _Priam_, _Hector_, _Troilus_, _Memnon_, _Deiphobus_, _Glaucus_, thousands mo, Whome redd _Scamanders_ armor clogged streames Roll’d into Seas, before their dates are dead. So plaguie he, so many tempests raiseth So murdring he, so many Cities raiseth, When insolent, blinde, lawles, orderles, With madd delights our sence he entertaines. All knowing Gods our wracks did vs foretell By signes in earth, by signes in starry Sphæres: Which should haue mou’d vs, had not destinie With too strong hand warped our miserie. The _Comets_ flaming through the scat’red clouds With fiery beames, most like vnbroaded haires: The fearefull dragon whistling at the bankes, And holie _Apis_ ceaseles bellowing (As neuer erst) and shedding endles teares: Bloud raining downe from heau’n in vnknow’n showers: Our Gods darke faces ouercast with woe, And dead mens Ghosts appearing in the night. Yea euen this night while all the Cittie stoode Opprest with terror, horror, seruile feare, Deepe silence ouer all: the sounds were heard Of diuerse songs, and diuers instruments, Within the voide of aire: and howling noise, Such as madde _Bacchus_ priests in _Bacchus_ feasts On _Nisa_ make: and (seem’d) the company, Our Cittie lost, went to the enemie. So we forsaken both of Gods and men, So are we in the mercy of our foes: And we hencefoorth obedient must become To lawes of them who haue vs ouercome. Chorus.