_Fly, darknesse, fly in spight of Caves;
Truth can thrust her armes through Graves.
No Tyrant shall confine
A white soule that's divine
And does more brightly shine
Than Moone or Sunne;
She lasts when they are done_.
_Epi_. I am bewitcht,
Mine Eyes faile me; lead me to [the] King.
_Clown_. And tell we heard a Mermaide sing.
[_Exeunt_.