Freind, Ere I begin my story I would wish you Collect yourselfe, awake your sleeping Spiritts, Invoake your patience, all thats man about you To ayd your resolution; for I feare The newes I bring will like a palsie shake Your soules indifferenst temper.

Goe, fetch the mark'd-out Lambe for slaughter hither; Good fellow souldier, ayd himand staymarke, Give this false fire to the beleeving King, That the child's sent to heaven but that the mother Stands rock'd so strong with friends ten thousand billowes Cannot once shake her.