The history
35643341Ile haunt thee like a wicked con
science
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.
35703347Troy. Hence broker, lacky, ignomyny,
shame,
35713348Pur
sue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.
35723350Pan. A goodly medicine for my aking bones, Oh world,
35733351world --- thus is the poore agent de
spi
s'd, Oh traitors and
35743352bawds, how earne
stly 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 ver
se for it
? What in
stance for it?
35783356Full merrily the humble Bee doth
sing,
35793357Till he hath lo
st his hony and his
sting.
35803358And being once
subdude in armed taile,
35813359Sweet hony, and
sweet notes together faile.
35823360Good traiders in the
fle
sh,
set this in your painted cloathes,
35833361As many as be here of
Pandars hall,
35843362Your eyes halfe out weepe out at P
andars 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 goo
se of Winche
ster would hi
sse.
35913369Till then ile
sweat and
seeke about for ea
ses,
35923370And at that time bequeath you my di
sea
ses.