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 Thee unto pitie, (for to thee I am an utter fo) Bereeve mee of my hatefull soule distrest with helplesse wo, And borne to endlesse toyle. For death shall unto mee bee sweete, And for a cruell stepmother is death a gift most meetc. And is it I that did destroy Busiris, who did foyle His temple floores with straungers blood? Ist I that did dispoyle Antaeus of his mothers help? Ist I that could not bee Abashed at the Spanyard who in one had bodies three? Nor at the trypleheaded shape, O Cerberus, of thee? Are you the hands that by the homes the Bull of Candie drew? Did you king Augies stable clenze whom afterward yee slew? Are you the same by whom the fowles were scaard from Stymphaly? Caught you the Stag in Maydenwood which did not runne but fly? Are you the hands whose puissance receyved for your pay The golden belt of Thermodon? Did you convey away The Apples from the Dragon fell that waked nyght and day? Ageinst the force of mee, defence the Centaures could not make, Nor yit the Boare of Arcadie: nor yit the ougly Snake Of Lerna, who by losse did grow and dooble force still take. What? is it I that did behold the pampyred Jades of Thrace With Maungers full of flesh of men on which they fed apace? Ist I that downe at syght thereof theyr greazy Maungers threw, And bothe the fatted Jades themselves and eke their mayster slew? The Nemean Lyon by theis armes lyes dead uppon the ground. Theis armes the monstruous Giant Cake by Tyber did confound. Uppon theis shoulders have I borne the weyght of all the skie. Joves cruell wyfe is weerye of commaunding mee. Yit I Unweerie am of dooing still. But now on mee is lyght An uncoth plage, which neyther force of hand, nor vertues myght, Nor Arte is able to resist. Like wasting fyre it spreedes Among myne inwards, and through out on all my body feedes. But all this whyle Eurysthye lives in health. And sum men may Beeleve there bee sum Goddes in deede. Thus much did Hercule say. And wounded over Oeta hygh, he stalking gan to stray, As when a Bull in maymed bulk a deadly dart dooth beare, And that the dooer of the deede is shrunke asyde for feare. Oft syghing myght you him have seene, oft trembling, oft about