 | The tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Dvke of Millan |  |
Scena prima.
Vmbra Galeatii.No rest in death? why then I see they erre
That giue a quiet to a sepulcher.
'Tis our hard fate, nor can Man chuse but dye,
But where Griefe is, is Immortality.
This drawes our iuicelesse bones to a new day,
From Lethes bankes, where we haue learnt the way,
(An easie learning) to returne our woes,
And laugh at our misfortunes in our foes.
Wee'll draw felicity out of our fall,
And make our ghost reuenge our Funerall.
That our dimme Eyes, and with pale death benighted,
May by reuenge be clear'd, and we be righted
(If other punishment should come too slow)
By the exacter iustice of our foe.
When being betray'd by them he trusted most,
He shall be pris'ner in a forren coast,
When wanting sustenance, his teeth shall chaw
His armes for food, and their once feeders gnaw.
When Hell shall haue but part of him, when he
That now triumphs shall be lesse ghost then we.
| The tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Dvke of Millan | |