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 And breathed forth his fainting ghost among the burning brandes. Then Brote and Hammon brothers, twins, stout champions of their hands In wrestling Pierlesse (if so be that wrestling could sustaine The furious force of slicing swordes) were both by Phyney slaine. And so was Alphit, Ceres Priest, that ware upon his crowne A stately Miter faire and white with Tables hanging downe. Thou also Japets sonne for such affaires as these unmeete But meete to tune thine instrument with voyce and Ditie sweete, The worke of peace, wert thither callde th'assemblie to rejoyce And for to set the mariage forth with pleasant singing voyce. As with his Violl in his hand he stoode a good way off, There commeth to him Petalus and sayes in way of scoffe: Go sing the resdue to the ghostes about the Stygian Lake, And in the left side of his heade his dagger poynt he strake. He sanke downe deade with fingers still yet warbling on the string And so mischaunce knit up with wo the song that he did sing. But fierce Lycormas could not beare to see him murdred so Without revengement. Up he caught a mightie Leaver tho That wonted was to barre the doore a right side of the house And therewithall to Petalus he lendeth such a souse Full in the noddle of the necke, that like a snetched Oxe Streight tumbling downe, against the ground his groveling face he knox. And Pelates, a Garamant, attempted to have caught The left doore barre: but as thereat with stretched hand he raught, One Coryt, sonne of Marmarus did with a Javelin stricke Him through the hand, that to the wood fast nayled did it sticke. As Pelates stoode fastned thus, one Abas goard his side: He could not fall, but hanging still upon the poste there dide Fast nayled by the hand. And there was overthrowne a Knight Of Perseyes band callde Melaney, and one that Dorill hight, A man of greatest landes in all the Realme of Nasamone. That occupide so large a grounde as Dorill was there none, ' Nor none that had such store of come. There came a Dart askew And lighted in his Coddes, the place where present death doth sew. When Alcion of Barcey, he that gave this deadly wound, Beheld him yesking forth his ghost and falling to the ground With watrie eyes the white turnde up: Content thy selfe, he said,