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Scena Prima.
Enter Atey with Thunder and Lightning, all in black, with a burning Torch in one hand, and a bloudie Sword in the other hand; and presently let there come forth a Lion running after a Bear or any other beast, then come forth an Archer, who must kill the Lion in a dumb show, and then depart. Remain Atey.Atey.
In pœnam sectatur & Vmbra.
A mighty Lion, ruler of the woods,
Of wondrous strength and great proportion,
With hideous noise scaring the trembling trees,
With yelling clamours shaking all the earth,
Traverst the groves, and chac't the wandring beasts:
Long did he range among the shadie trees,
And drave the silly beasts before his face;
When suddenly from out a-thorny bush
A dreadfull Archer with his bow ybent,
Wounded the Lion with a dismal shaft,
So he him strook, that it drew forth the bloud,
And fill'd his furious heart with fretting ire;
But all in vain he threatneth teeth and pawes,
And sparkleth fire from forth his flaming eyes,
For the sharp shaft gave him a mortal wound:
So valiant Brute, the terrour of the world,
Whose only looks did scare his enemies,
The Archer Death brought to his latest end.
Oh what may long abide above this ground,
In state of bliss and healthfull happiness!
Exit.
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