PYRRHUS

And shall his sprights have no reward their anger's to appeyse? Proud tyrant, while prosperity thy stomach does advance, And cowardly wretch that shrinks for fear in case of fearful chance. Is yet again thy breast inflame, with brand of Venus might? Wilt thou alone so oft deprive Achilles of his right? This hand shall give the sacrifice, the which if thou withstand. A greater slaughter shall I make, and worthy Pyrrhus hand. And now to long from Princes slaughter does my hand abide, And meet it were that Polyxene were laid by Priam's side. My father's foes we have them known, submit themselves humbly, And Pryam presently ye wot, was glad to crave mercy. But thou for fear not stout to rule, liest close from foes up shit: Whil thou to Ajax, and Ulysses, dost thy will commit. Great Hector then despising thee, Achilles songs did fear: And Thessale ships in greatest dread, in quiet peace yet wear. A point of mercy sometime is, what lives in care to kill. Account ye cruel now her death whose sacrifice I crave. Your own deer daughter once ye know, your self to altars gave. The law does spare no captives blood nor wil'th their death to stay The conqueror what thing he list, may lawfully fulfil. The same A chill that does possess, the reign of Gods above, With Therys seas: with Aeacus sprights, the starred heaven with Jove The same Achilles, whom no God, durst ever yet withstand. Well seems a noble king to give and other king relief. Thus boast you these as though in all you only bore the stroke When Pyrrhus loosed hath the Greeks, from bound of ten years yoke. The seas it do enclose. Thyestes noble stock I know and A reus eke full well, And of the brethrens dire debate, perpetual fame does tell. No brethrens wrath it knoes.