Come forth the Cave: can heaven endure this sight?
Iarbus, curse that unrevenging Jove,
Whose flintie darts slept in
Tipheus
den,
Whiles these adulterors surfetted with sinne:
Nature , why mad'st me not some poysonous beast,
That with the sharpnes of my edged sting,
I might have stakte them both unto the earth,
Whil'st they were sporting in this darksome Cave?
