35643341Ile haunt thee like a wicked conscience still.

35653342That mouldeth goblins swift as frienzes thoughts,

35663343Strike a free march, to Troy with comfort goe

35673344Hope of reueng shall hide our inward woe.

35693346Pan. But here you, here you.

35703347Troy. Hence broker, lacky, ignomyny, shame,

35713348Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.

35723350Pan. A goodly medicine for my aking bones, Oh world,

35733351world --- thus is the poore agent despis'd, Oh traitors and

35743352bawds, how earnestly are you set a worke, and how ill re-

35753353quited, why should our endeuour bee so lou'd and the per-

35763354formance so loathed, what verse for it? What instance for it?

35773355Let me see,

35783356Full merrily the humble Bee doth sing,

35793357Till he hath lost his hony and his sting.

35803358And being once subdude in armed taile,

35813359Sweet hony, and sweet notes together faile.

35823360Good traiders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes,

35833361As many as be here of Pandars hall,

35843362Your eyes halfe out weepe out at Pandars fall.

35853363Or if you cannot weepe yet giue some grones,

35863364Though not for me yet for my aking bones:

35873365Brethren and sisters of the hold-ore trade,

35883366Some two monthes hence my will shall here be made.

35893367It should be now, but that my feare is this,

35903368Some gauled goose of Winchester would hisse.

35913369Till then ile sweat and seeke about for eases,

35923370And at that time bequeath you my diseases.

35933371FINIS.