Classic Poem

Great friend and servant of the good,
Let coole a while thy heated blood,
And from thy mighty labour cease.
Lie downe, lie downe,
And give thy troubled spirits peace,
Whilst vertue, for whose sake
Thou dost this god-like travaile take,
May of the choysest herbage make
(Here on this Mountaine bred,)
A crowne, a crowne
For thy immortall head.
Here Hercules being layd down at their feet, the second Anti-mask which was of Pigmies, appeared

1. PIGMIE

Antaeus dead! and Hercules yet live!
Where is this Hercules? what would I give
To meet him now? meet him? nay, three such other,
If they had hand in murther of our brother?
With three? with foure? with ten? nay with as many
As the name yeelds? pray anger there be any
Whereon to feed my just revenge, and soone:
How shall I kill him? hurle him 'gainst the Moone,
And breake him in small portions? give to Greece
His braine? and every tract of earth a peece.
2 PIG. He is yonder.
1 Where?
3 At the hill foot, asleepe.
1 Let one goe steale his club.
2 My charge, Ile creepe.
4 He's ours.
1 Yes, peace.
3 Triumph, we have him boy.
4 Sure, sure, he is sure.
1 Come, let us dance for joy.
At the end of their dance they thought to surprise him, when suddenly being awak'd by the musicke, he rowsed himselfe, they all runne into holes .