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3. Then the Muses singe.

Mvses
Alas what happe hast thou poore Pithias now to die,
Wo worth the man which for his death hath geuen us cause to crie,

Evbvlvs.
With yelow rented heares come on you Muses nine,
Fyll now my breast with heauy tunes, to me your plaints resigne.
For Pithias I bewayle which presently must die,
Wo worth the man which for his death hath geuen us cause, etc.

Mvses.
Wo worth the man which for his, etc.

Evbvlvs.
Was euer such a man that would die for his friend,
I thinke euen from the heavens aboue, the Gods did him down send
To shew true friendshipps power, which forst thee now to die.
Wo worth the man which for thy death, etc.


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Mvses.
Wo worth the man, etc.

Evbvlvs.
What Tigars whelp was he, that Damon dyd accuse:
What faith hast thou, which for thy friend, thy death doth not refuse
O heauy happe has thou to play this Tragedie,
Wo worth the man which for thy death, etc.

Mvses.
Wo worth the man, etc.

Evbvlvs.
Thou young and worthy Greeke, that showest such perfect loue,
The Gods receaue thy simple ghost, into the heauens aboue:
Thy death we shall lament with many a weepinge eye:
Wo worth the man which for his death, etc.

Mvses.
Wo worth the man which for thy death, hath geuen us cause to crie.

FINIS.