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ACT. 5. SCEN. 15.
TACTVS, with the robe in his hand, SOMNVS, CRAPVLA,
LINGVA, GVSTVS, OLFACTVS, VISVS, AVDITVS.
TAC.
Thankes Dei••neira for thy kind remembrance,
Tis a faire shirt Ile weare it for thy sake.
CRAP.
Somnus heer's 〈◊〉〈◊〉 worse then all his sellowes
Stay but a while and you shall see him rage!
SOM.
What will he do? see that hee scapes vs not!
TACT.
Tis a good shirt, it fitt's me passing well,
Tis verie warme indeede, but whats the matter.
Me thinkes I am some-what hotter then I was,
My heart beates faster then twas wont to do
My braines enflamed, my temples ake extreamely, oh, oh,
Oh what a wild-fire creepes amonge my bowells:
A••tna's with in my breast, my marrowe f••ies,
And ••unes about my bones, oh my sides:
My sides, my raines, my head my raines, my head;
My heart, my heart, my liuer, my liuer, oh,
I burne, I burne, I burne oh how I burne:
With scorching heate of implacable fire,
I burne extreame with flames vnsufferable,
SOM.
Sure he doth but trie how to act Her••ules:
TACT.
Is it this shirt that boiles me thus? oh heauens,
It fires me worse, and heates more furiously
Then loues dire thunderbolts; oh miserable,
They bide lesse paine that bathe in Phlegeton;
Could not the triple kingdome of the world,
Heauen, earth and hell destroie great Hercul••?
Could not the damned sprights of hatefull Inno?
Nor the great daungers of my labours kill me?
Am I the mighty sonne of inp••••er?
And shall this poisned linnen thus consume me?
Shall I be burnt? villaines s••ie vp to heauen,
Bid 〈◊〉〈◊〉 m••ster vp a troupe of cloudes,
And shower downe cata••acts of raine to coole me?
Or elce Ile breake her speckled bo••e in peeces?