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Scena. I.
Zangeralone.
Nourisht in Courts, where no thoughts peace is nourisht,
Vs'd to behold the Tragedie of ruine,
Ruine, from whome all Monarchies haue florisht,
Brought vp with feares, with fellow Princes fortune;
Yet am I like him that hath lost his knowledge,
Or neuer heard one storie, but of misfortune.
My heart doth fall away, fearefull vpon me.
Tame Rumor, that hath bin mine old acquaintance,
Is to me now like Monsters, fear'd and wondred,
My loue begins to plague me with suspition,
My first delights beare likenes of displeasure.
My mothers promises of my aduancement,
Her doubtfull speeches, her vnquiet motions,
Make me grow iealous of my owne aduancement.
With whose name euer I haue been reioyced;
Now makes my heart misgiue, my spirit languish;
Man then is Augur of his owne misfortune,
When his ioy yeeldes him arguments of anguish.
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