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.

[Sidenote: A lambe in a gourd.]

170 Most lively image of thy Fathers face, Eternal King of Glorie, Lord of Might, Meeke Lambe of God, before all worlds behight