Sapho and Phao

"VULCAN: My shag-haire Cyclops, come, lets ply Our Lemnion hammers lustily; By my wifes sparrowes, I sweare these arrowes Shall singing fly Through many a wantons Eye.These headed are with golden Blisses, These silver-ones featherd with Kisses, But this of Lead Strikes a Clowne Dead, When in a Dance Hee fals in a Trance, To se his black-brow Lasse not busse him, And then whines out for death t’ untrusse him. So, so, our worke being don lets play, Holliday (Boyes) cry Holliday."