rum strepitu quadrigarum
Incussus aether pigra tonitrua &
Immugientum fulmina nubium
Compescit, indulgentque metae
Aeriis vaga tela pennis?

But if this show'r, from this sad cause begun,
In too too narrow rivulets doth run;
Why doe revenging stormes so much delay
To back the rayne? what doth their fury stay?
Why doth the shaken sky with rustling noise
Of the Sun's chariot, bridle in the voice
Of the slow thunder? why the lightning stop
From breaking through the clouds with hideous clap?
Those ayrie feather'd arrowes in the darke
That stray, why do they spare their cursed marke?

At nil trisulcis Acroceraunia
Dejecta flammis, nil Rhodopes jugum,
Quassaeve peccavere Cautes
Aemathiae, risi forte dirum
Inominatis marmora partubus
Fudere monstrum: rumpite, rumpite
Monteisque, facundasque Regum
Fulmina praecipitate rupeis.

_Acroceraunia_ with his three-fork'd flame.
And that huge Hill the Thracian Queen gave name,
_AEmathia's_ craggy trembling rocks may passe
Guiltlesse; they have not sin'd at all, alasse!
Unlesse their Marble, with a prodigious birth,
This direfull Monster teem'd, t'infest the earth:
Breake then the mountaines, break yee lightnings,
Throw headlong downe ye fruitfull rocks of Kings.

Exspiret auras; occidat, occidat
Funestus, execrabilis, efferus
Sector; crematuramque taxum
Ipse super cumulumque regni
Summum cadaver fumet, & aera
Caelumque diro liberet halitu
Fatale monstrum, dissidentum
Ludibrium Furiarum, & Orci.

May hee exspire! oh may the murth'rer fall!
Most execrable, cruell, tragicall!
Upon his kingdom's pile, and flaming yew
Let his high carkasse blaze; the ayre anew
May th' monster purge from his infectious breath,
The mocke of wrangling furyes, and of death.

Perrumpe tractus impenetrabileis
Ignava tellus, desuper ardua
Volvente saxorum ruina:
Quam pelagus super, & refusis
Bis terque Nereus Syrtibus insonet.
Audimur. Ingens sidera verberat,
Spumamque, limumque, & rapaceis
Oceanus glomeravit undas:

Oh breake your entrayles, sluggish earth, and downe
Let the high ruins of the rocks be throwne;
'Gainst which the waves o'th'raging Sea may rore
And _Nereus_ with his Quicksands Boyling o're:
Wee're heard. Th