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THE AUTHORS PROLOGUE.
1 Booke.
Dismounted from the hie aspiring hils,
Which the all emptie airie Kingdome fils,
Leauing the scorching mountains threatning heuen
From whence fel fierie rage my soule hath driuen:
Passing the downe steepe vallies all in hast,
Haue tript it through the woods: and now at last
