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[From high Olimpus I am come]

From high Olimpus I am come,
Ever blest Elizium,
For to forewarne thee what shall be
Thy Fate, for the futuritie.
Amandus (thy espoused Lord)
Hath quel'd the Girpids by his sword;
Now's in Verona, feeles much smart,
And woe, not knowing where thou art.
Rhoxenor triumphs in his ill;
Cheribrert laughs, to have his will:
But all the heavenly powers agree
Punishment for their treacherie.
Lucinda shall, forfeit her breath,
While she bewailes Rhoxenors death:
And then, if thou applaud the thing,
Thou shalt be partner with a King.
When many sorrowes thou hast past,
Expect triumphant joy at last.