94And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of Thebs.

95He will not suffer us to burne their bones,

96To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offence

97Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye

98Of holy Phaebus, but infects the windes

99With stench of our slaine Lords. O pitty Duke,

100Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword

101That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones

102Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them;

103And of thy boundles goodnes take some note

104That for our crowned heades we have no roofe,

105Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares,

106And vault to every thing.

107Thes. Pray you kneele not,

108I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd

109Your knees to wrong themselves; I have heard the fortunes

110Of your dead Lords, which gives me such lamenting

111As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for 'em.

112King Capaneus, was your Lord the day

113That he should marry you, at such a season,

114As now it is with me, I met your Groome,

115By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire;

116Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses,

117Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe

118Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you

119Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles: Hercules our kinesman

120(Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club,

121He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide

122And swore his sinews thawd: O greife, and time,

123Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure.

1241, Qu. O I hope some God,

125Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood

126Whereto heel infuse powre, and presse you forth

127Our undertaker.

128Thes. O no knees, none Widdow,

129Vnto the Helmeted-Belona use them,

130And pray for me your Souldier.

131Troubled I am. turnes away.

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