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 Armes, and Honors, decke thy story, To thy Fames eternall glory, Adverse Fortune ever flie-thee, No disastrous fate come nigh-thee.

I alone will sing thy praises, Whom to honour, vertue raises; And thy study, that divine-is, Bent to Marshiall discipline-is: Lay aside all those robes lie by thee, Crown thy arts, with armes: they'll beautifie thee.

O worthy of worthiest name, adorn'd in this manner, Lead bravely thy forces on, under wars warlike banner: O mayst thou prove fortunate, in all Marshiall courses, Guide thou still, by skill, in artes, and forces: Victory attend thee nigh, whilst fame sings loud thy powres, Triumphant conquest crowne thy head, and blessings powre downe showres.

1.Pilg. Here's a strange turne of state, who would have thought So great a Lady, would have match'd her selfe Unto so meane a person? yet the Cardinall Beares himselfe much too cruell.

2.Pilg. They are banish'd.

1.Pilg. But I would aske what power hath this state Of Ancona, to determine of a free Prince?

2.Pilg. They are a free state sir, and her brother shew'd How that the Pope fore-hearing of her loosenesse, Hath seaz'd into th' protection of the Church The Dukedome, which she held as dowager.

1.Pilg. But by what justice?

2.Pilg. Sure I thinke by none, Only her brothers instigation.

1.Pilg. What was it, with such violence he tooke Of from her finger?

2.Pilg. 'Twas her wedding ring,