_Come, oh come, oh come away;
A Quire of Angels for thee stay;
A home where Diamonds borrow light,
Open stands for thee this night,
Night? no, no; here is ever day:
Come, oh come, oh come, oh come away_.
1 _Ang_. This battaile is thy last; fight well, and winne
A Crowne set full of Starres.
_Belliz_. I spy an arme
Plucking [me] up to heaven; more waights, you are best;
I shall be gone else.
_Vict_. Doe, Ile follow thee.
_King_. Is he not yet dispatcht?
_Belliz_. Yes, King, I thanke thee;
I have all my life time trod on rotten ground,
And still so deepe beene sinking that my soule
Was oft like to bee lost; but now I see
A guide, sweete guide, a blessed messenger
Who having brought me up a little way
Up yonder hill, I then am sure to buy
For a few stripes here rich eternity.