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Act 2, Scene 6

[Enter] Cosroe, Meander, Ortygius, Menaphon, with other Souldiers.

What means this divelish shepheard to aspire
With such a Giantly presumption,
To cast up hils against the face of heaven:
And dare the force of angrie Jupiter
But as he thrust them underneath the tails,
And press outfire from their burning jawes:
So will I send this monstrous slave to hell,
Where flames shall ever feed upon his soule.

Some powers divine, or els infernall, mixt
Their angry seeds at his conception:
For he was never sprong of humaine race,
Since with the spirit of his fearefull pride,
He dares so doubtlesly resolve of rule,
And by profession be ambitious.

What God or Feend, or spirit of the earth,
Or Monster turned to a manly shape,
Or of what mould or mettel he be made,
What star or state soever governe him,
Let us put on our meet incountring minces,
And in detesting such a divelish Thiefe,
In love of honor and defence of right,
Be arm'd against the hate of such a foe,
Whether from earth, or hell, or heaven he grow.

Nobly resolv'd, my good Ortygius.
And since we all have suckt one wholsome aire,
And with the same proportion of Elements
Resolve, I hope we are resembled,
Vowing our loves to equall death and life
Let's cheere our souldiers to incounter him,
That grievous image of ingratitude:
That fiery thirster after Soveraigntie:
And burne him in the fury of that flame,
That none can quence but blood and Emperie.
Resolve my Lords and loving souldiers now,
To save your King and country from decay:
Then strike up Drum, and all the Starres that make
The loathsome Circle of my dated life,
Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart,
That thus opposeth him against the Gods,
And scornes the Powers that governe Persea.

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