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 Doe you no more but take a heart your Countrie to defende. He put to death right valeant knightes. Your battaile is with such As are but Meicocks in effect: and yet ye doe so much In conquering them, that by the deede the olde renowne ye save, Which from your fathers by discent this present time ye have. If fatall destnies doe forbid that Thebae long shall stande, Would God that men with Canon shot might raze it out of hande. Would God the noyse of fire and sworde did in our hearing sound. For then in this our wretchednesse there could no fault be found. Then might we justly waile our case that all the world might see We should not neede of sheading teares ashamed for to bee. But now our towne is taken by a naked beardelesse boy, Who doth not in the feates of armes nor horse nor armour joy, But for to moyste his haire with Mirrhe, and put on garlands gay, And in soft Purple silke and golde his bodie to aray. But put to you your helping hand and straight without delay I will compell him poynt by poynt his lewdnesse to bewray, Both in usurping Joves high name in making him his sonne And forging of these Ceremonies lately now begonne. Hath King Atrisius heart inough this fondling for to hate That makes himselfe to be a God? and for to shut the gate Of Argus at his comming there? and shall this rover make King Penthey and the noble towne of Thebae thus to quake? Go quickly sirs (these wordes he spake unto his servaunts) go And bring the Captaine hither bound with speede. Why stay ye so? His Grandsire Cadmus, Athamas and others of his kinne Reproved him by gentle meanes but nothing could they winne: The more intreatance that they made the fiercer was he still: The more his friendes did go about to breake him of his will, The more they did provoke his wrath, and set his rage on fire: They made him worse in that they sought to bridle his desire. So have I seene a brooke ere this, where nothing let the streame, Runne smooth with little noyse or none, but where as any beame Or cragged stones did let his course, and make him for to stay: It went more fiercely from the stoppe with fomie wroth away. Beholde all bloudie come his men, and straight he them demaunded Where Bacchus was, and why they had not done as he commaunded.