CHORUS

O wretch, Oh careful wight, What mischief may it be wherewith thou art so soar affright. Oh son of thunder thumping Jove no shadows do thee fray, Now Ossa mount of Thessaly shall Pelion hill down crush And Athos pilde on Pindus top his bushy head shall push Among the starry skes thereby above the craggy rocks. Typhoeus up shall climb, and thump with store of ba tryng knocks Juarmen stone in Tyrren sea from thence eake shall he Beatrice The smoky forge of Aetna mount, that glows with stewing heat Enceladus not overthrown yet with the thunder crack Shall hew the mountain side in twain, and truss it on his back The signs of heaven shall follow thee and go with thee to wrack Behold how death and hell Cannot appaule the virtuous mind that of deserving well. By guiltless conscience warrant hath the death that does him spoil, Irks not as thus of such and one to take this filthy foil. If with this torment life were lost, his mind should much be asde, As with vnwe ldy Giants sway he had his body squeasde. Or Titan's burden with his monsters all he would abide. Or wish of raging Giants rend in pieces to have died, And if thy worser lefull death because that monster none is left. Who may be worthy thought by whom Alcides life be reft? But thine own hand to do the deed. Who stoupeth not when ̄ grief does Gall? more tough the ̄ Aem of Thrace Whas whilom haughty Hercules, and did no more gieve place Then does the marble axelltree, his Limbs he now does yield To painful pangs: and on his Neck his aching head does wield, And tossing still from side to side, he bends with hugy sway, And oft his noble heart does force his trilling tears to stay.