30932180That taught his sonne the office

30942181Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore

2182Fowle was drownde.

30952183Hen. I Dedalus, my poore sonne Icarus,

30962184Thy father Minos that denide our course,

30982185Thy brother Edward, the sunne that searde his wings,

30992186And thou the enuious gulfe that swallowed him.

31002187Oh better can my brest abide thy daggers point,

31012188Then can mine eares that tragike historie.

31042189Glo. Why dost thou thinke I am an executioner?

31052190Hen. A persecutor I am sure thou art,

31062191And if murdering innocents be executions,

31072192Then I know thou art an executioner.

31082193Glo. Thy sonne I kild for his presumption.

31092194Hen. Hadst thou bin kild when first thou didst presume,

31102195Thou hadst not liude to kill a sonne of mine,

31112196And thus I prophesie of thee.

31122197That manie a Widdow for her husbands death,

31132198And many an infants water standing eie,

31142199Widowes for their husbands, children for their fathers,

31162200Shall curse the time that euer thou wert borne.

31172201The owle shrikt at thy birth, an euill signe,

31192202The night Crow cride, aboding lucklesse tune,

31202203Dogs howld and hideous tempests shooke down trees,

31212204The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top,

31222205And chattering Pies in dismall discord sung,

31232206Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,

31242207And yet brought forth lesse then a mothers hope,

31252208To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,

31262209Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree,

31272210Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne,