worke,
Taking the Roiall scepters from their hands,
Thenceforward to be by some straunger borne:
While that their people charg'd with heauy loades
Their flatt'rers pill, and suck their mary drie,
Not ru'lde but left to great men as a pray,
While this fonde Prince himselfe in pleasur's drowns:
Who heares nought, sees nought, doth nought of a king,
Seming himselfe against himselfe conspirde.
Then equall Iustice wandreth banished,
And in hir seat sitts greedie Tyrannie.
Confus'd disorder troubleth all estates,
Crimes without feare and outrages are done.
Then mutinous _Rebellion_ shewes hir face,
Now hid with this, and now with that pretence,
Prouoking enimies, which on each side
Enter at ease, and make them Lords of all.
The hurtfull workes of pleasure here behold.

_An._ The wolfe is not so hurtfull to the folde,
Frost to the grapes, to ripened fruits the raine:
As pleasure is to Princes full of paine.

_Lu._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by th' _Assirian_ kinge,
On whome that Monster woefull wrack did bring.

_An._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by vnhappie I,
Who lost my empire, honor, life therby.

_Lu._ Yet hath this ill so much the greater force,
As scarcelie anie do against it stand:
No, not the Demy-gods the olde world knew,
Who all subdu'de, could _Pleasures_ power subdue.
Great _Hercules_, _Hercules_ once that was
Wonder of earth and heau'n, matchles in might,
Who _Anteus_, _Lycus_, _Geryon_ ouercame,
Who drew from hell the triple-headed dogg,
Who _Hydra_ kill'd, vanquishd _Achelous_,
Who heauens weight on his strong shoulders bare:
Did he not vnder _Pleasures_ burthen bow?
Did he not Captiue to this passion yelde,
When by his Captiue, so he was enflam'de,
As now your selfe in _Cleopatra_ burne?
Slept in hir lapp, hir bosome kist and kiste,
With base vnsemelie seruice bought her loue,
Spinning at distaffe, and with sinewy hand
Winding on spindles threde, in maides attire?
His conqu'ring clubbe at rest on wal did hang:
His bow vnstringd he bent not as he vs'de:
Vpon his shafts the weauing spiders spunne:
And his hard cloake the freating mothes did pierce.
The monsters free and fearles all the time
Throughout the world the people did torment,
And more and more encreasing daie by day
Scorn'd his weake heart become a mistresse plaie.

_An._ In onelie this like _Hercules_ am I,
In this I proue me of his