2082Imo. I see a mans life is a tedious one,

2083I haue tyr'd my selfe: and for two nights together

2084Haue made the ground my bed. I should be sicke,

2085But that my resolution helpes me: Milford,

2086When from the Mountaine top, Pisanio shew'd thee,

2087Thou was't within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke

2088Foundations flye the wretched: such I meane,

2089Where they should be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me,

2090I could not misse my way. Will poore Folkes lye

2091That haue Afflictions on them, knowing 'tis

2092A punishment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder,

2093When Rich-ones scarse tell true. To lapse in Fulnesse

2094Is sorer, then to lye for Neede: and Falshood

2095Is worse in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,

2096Thou art one o'th' false Ones: Now I thinke on thee,

2097My hunger's gone; but euen before, I was

2098At point to sinke, for Food. But what is this?

2099Heere is a path too't: 'tis some sauage hold:

2100I were best not call; I dare not call: yet Famine

2101Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature, makes it valiant.

2102Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardnesse euer

2103Of Hardinesse is Mother. Hoa? who's heere?

2104If any thing that's ciuill, speake: if sauage,

2105Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then Ile enter.

2106Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy

2107But feare the Sword like me, hee'l scarsely looke on't.

2108Such a Foe, good Heauens. Exit.