Ate Prologus.
COndemned soule Ate, from lowest hell, And deadlie riuers of the infernall 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Where bloudles ghostes in paines of endles date Fill ruthles eares with neuer ceasing cries, Beholde I come in place, and bring beside The bane of Tr••ie: beholde the fatall frute Raught from the golden tree of Pr••s••rpi••••. Proude Troy must fall, so bidde the gods aboue, And statelie Iliums loftie towers be racet By conquering handes of the victorious foe: King Priams pallace waste with flaming fire, Whose thicke and foggie smoake peircing the skie▪ Must serue for messenger of sacrifice Tappeaze the anger of the angrie heauens, And Priams younger sonne, the sheepeherde swaine, Paris th'unhappie organ of the Greekes. So loath and weerie of her heauie loade The Earth complaynes vnto the hellish prince, Surcharged with the burden that she nill sustaine. Th'unpartiall daughters of Necessitie Bin aydes in her ••ute: and so the twine That holdes olde Priams house, the threede of Tr•••••• Dame Atrops with knife in sunder cutte••. Done be the pleasure of the powers aboue, Whose hestes men must obey: and I my parte Performe in Ida vales: Lordinges adieu, Imposing silence for your taske, I ende, Till iust assemblie of the goddesses Make me beginne the Tragedie of Tr••i••.Exit Ate 〈…〉〈…〉.