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Scen. 5.

Celerinus, Gervoron, Burnomoy.
Cel.
Burgargo's gone, and all my Lords taken
Captives; when Titan, obscur'd within his Orb,
The verdant fields receives a Gown of dew,
But when my Generall lies in Elizium,
Then floods of sorrow spends their store,
And do prolong it by a cunduit art,
And stew the whole soyl in salt, brackish tears.
The wind doth shew its force as by a fury,
So doth the ebbing Sea abound with gall;
One strikes alarum with a thundring voyce
In the air; the other like a Lion,
Roars forth her spleen under the Globe,
All to the celebration of the soul
Of great Burgargo, my onely Generall,
Without a transformation of a sudden change.
They'l rage their bounds too far beyond their power,
And if no calm strike overthwart their Lawes,
Such a strange tossed tempest brings a ruine
To the terrestiall Ball, and so with their
Raging motion strike a fire, as Cyclops
Throws his Thunder-bolts, bring a consumption
To the substance of't all for Burgargo.

Ger.
The two-wing Pegasus doth stand ready
To shew the fame about the world; her motion
Is swift, but he is swift as she,
Cutting the air, and parting grosser forms
To view the lacrimy of such a friend,
Soaring the Climates, prauncing by the stars,
Viewing the lower, middle, higher of
The three Regions, before he comes to th'Moon;
So passing all till he comes to that light
Of Jupiter and Falcifer at one sight;
All for the praise of him who striv'd with hope
To gain the Land from damage, losse and foyl:
The holy Saints doth clamour with a sound,
Welcome Burgargo to our possest ground,
Take the Trophies of Martius Campus field,
Who ne're did turn to Enemies or yield,
Sit with a Coronet of a golden twist
Upon thy head, to be the Prince of all th'rest,
All make submissive forms, a solemn bow;
All stand affraid, and make to him a vow,
To be their King, for they did ne're injoy
Such an Heroick soul as that same boy;
Yet more's our loss, and pitty for the same,
Parting both with his body, and his name,
Because, of his blood no posterity follows.

Burg.
The valorous of all souls return with joy,
The Cassiopeia and Ursa major crave,
A fame of that same honour to the grave;
They run by Tropicks of the frigid Zones,
Leaving the carkass as the firmer bones;
All stars lament by constellation,
His down-thrown fame by a rebellion;
They tear their Robes, casting about their sloufs,
Nothing is left but print of their foul hoofs;
The pale reflects of Cynthia's crystall front,
Springing in the vaulty heaven there a font,
To glide with restless streams a hilding bless
Of gravities, and parts, from the work and mess
Of best proportioned honour, pulling to
The gifts of praise to whom they all do owe;
They all presage unto a dreamy Throne
Of their best wisdome, what he doth intomb,
As honour, valour, and sobriety,
Meekness and patience, with celerity,
They found an Empire of all thoughts in him;
They found the sweet of joyes fill'd to the brim,
Within the structure of that sacred soul,
In shew no shadow, but in selfe the moul
Of onely valour, brave man-hood, with the same
On which they'l fix an everlasting name.

Cel.
You have no envy in a rationall way,
Lets make a happy Buriall to the deep,
It greets the cause, prolong no future speed,
Since he dyed valorous, let a valorous
Grave receive his soul:

Bur.
Confirm the same with
A Page of consort to the Muses, and
Make a following pomp, expresse his worth.

Exeunt.