Cor de Lion with him, if I do not teare out his heart and eate it with mustard, let him say Dick Bowyer's a Mackarell.

For tho I could runne mad, and teare my haire, And kill that godlesse man that turn'd me vile; Though I am cheated by a perjurous Prince Who has done wickednesse at which even heaven Shakes when the Sunne beholds it; O yet I'de rather Ten thousand poyson'd ponyards stab'd my brest Then one should touch his: bloudy slave!

ô I could teare my flesh now And beat my leaden braines!

Bellamira poysoned? Navarre, teare off these hayres and raging die.

[-The Mad Lover.-] The Lover love, and be with reason mad: Not as of old, Alcides furious, Who wilder then his Bull did teare the house, (Hurling his Language with the Canvas stone) 'Twas thought the Monster roar'd the sob'rer Tone.

Now let Ixions wheele stand still a while, Let Danaus daughters now surcease their toyle, Let Sisyphus rest on his restlesse stone, Let not the Apples flye from Plotas sonne, And let the full gorg'd Vultur cease to teare The growing liver of the ravisher; Let these behold my sorrows and confesse

If I doe not Restore your limbs to soundnesse, drive the poyson From the infected part, study your tortures To teare me peece-meale yet be kept alive.

[Sidenote: to heare a] Fellow, teare a Passion to tatters, to [Sidenote: totters,] verie ragges, to split the eares of the Groundlings: [Sidenote: spleet] who (for the most part) are capeable of nothing, but inexplicable dumbe shewes, and noise: I could haue such a Fellow whipt for o're-doing

Ide sooner from a mountayne cast my selfe, Or from a hungry Lyon teare his prey, Then dare to act a deed so infamous.

My thoughts, like hounds which late did flatter me With hope of great succeeding benefits, Now gin to teare my care-tormented heart With feare of death and tortring punishment.

Woo't teare thy selfe? Woo't drinke vp Esile, eate a Crocodile? Ile doo't.

'Twas thy bewitching eye, thy Syrens voice, That throwes me upon millions of disgrace, Ile have thee tortur'd on the Racke, Plucke out those basiliske enchaunting eyes, Teare thee to death with Pincers burning hot, Except thou giue me the departed lives Of my deare childeren.

'To the most honoured LadyOnaelia' Fellow, thou lyest, I'me most dishonoured: Thou shouldst have writ 'To the most wronged Lady': The Title of this booke is not to me; I teare it therefore as mine Honour's torne. Cor.

1 "You oft call Parliaments, and there enact Lawes good and wholesome, such as who so breake Are hung by the purse or necke, but as the weake And smaller flyes i'th Spiders web are tane When great ones teare the web, and free remain.

I could teare My eyelids of, that durst let in a Mist So darke and so destroying, must I sleepe At such a tyme that the Divell must be over Watche too!