As harbindgers preceading still the fates;
As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood
(Here understand _precede_)
Disasters in the sunne;

The tenth will close with the twelfth line well enough.

But no one, any more than myself, will be _satisfied_ with the
suggestion. The probability is, of course, that a line has dropped out
between the fifth and sixth. Anything like this would restore the
connection:

_The labouring heavens themselves teemed dire portent_
As starres &c.]

[Page 12]

Ile crosse it, though it blast me.[1] Stay Illusion:[2]
[Sidenote: _It[4] spreads his armes_.]
If thou hast any sound, or vse of Voyce,[3]
Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me; speak to me.
If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate
(Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake.
Or, if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life
Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth,
(For which, they say, you Spirits oft walke in death) [Sidenote: your]
[Sidenote: _The cocke crowes_]
Speake of it. Stay, and speake. Stop it _Marcellus_.