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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
The Whore of Babylon.
2439Who
stood aloofe, heard nothing; and though a bloud
2443Yet of our princely grace (tho twas not fitte,
2446Tis in our eare: the hammers lie not
still,
2447But that new clubs of iron are forging now,
2448To bruife our bones, and that your selfe doe knowe,
2449The very Anuile where they worke.
2450
Pari.
I.
2453To bla
st our Faiery circles by the Moone,
2454Are your Familiars.
2456Thee therefore I coniure (if not by faith,
2457Oathed allegeance, nor thy conscience,
2458Perhaps this ranckling vlcerateth them)
2459Yet by thy hopes of bli
s
s
e, tell, and tell true,
2461
Pary.
O vnhappie man;
2463I open now my bre
st euen to the heart,
2464My very soule pants on my lips: none, none,
2465I know of none.
2467They are no common droppes when Princes bleede.
2468What houre is this? does not my larum
strike?
2469This watch goes false.
2470
Pari:
This watch goes true.
2471
Tyta:
All's naught.----what houre is this?
2473The worke you haue begun: where art thou heart?
2475
Pari:
Tis downe.
Tyta: How