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Scen. VI.
Enter 2. Lords.1 Lord.
We that haue here ben born to see this change,
May leaue the court, and tell our children tales,
Of the dire fall of Inachus great house,
The young Prince mad, the Princesse kild her selfe,
Old Strophius dead from griefe; and murder heapt,
Corps vpon corps, as if they mentt'inuite,
All hell to supper, or som Iouiall night.
2 Lor.
Nay but my Lord this is most pittifull,
That the yong Prince should thus from dore to dore,
I saw him wandring yesterday alone,
Flying from euery crow, or pratling Pie,
Crying out mother, and as if there had
Tormenting-Furies following him with fraud,
And truth I thought to tell old Tyndarus,
To moue his ruthfull yeeres to pitty him,
And will you ioyne petitioner with me,
Wee'll tell the cause, 'tis good to ease misery.
1 Lord.
My Lord I like your motion, and will ioyne
For Agamemnons sake my honor'd Master.
Exeunt.
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