| WHEN thou must home to shades of underground, | |
| And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, | |
| The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, | |
| White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest, | |
| To hear the stories of thy finish'd love | 5 |
| From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move; | |
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| Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, | |
| Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, | |
| Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, | |
| And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake: | 10 |
| When thou hast told these honours done to thee, | |
| Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me! | |