whose sight cannot sustaine 120 The suns bright beames when he on us doth shyne, But* that their points rebutted** backe againe Are duld, how can we see with feeble eyne The glorie of that Maiestie Divine, In sight of whom both sun and moone are darke, 125 Compared to his least resplendent sparke?

Goe to the backe-gate, and you shall have dole.

I apprehende thee; and, to further this, In the backe yard there is a ladder, Syr: Mount him upon my back, and I'l conveighe him Where som, not wee, shall answer for his death.