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Scene I.
Enter NUNCIUS and CHORUS.NUNCIUS.
All's lost! our Kingdom's Glory sunk in Fire;
The Princely Daughter and her Royal Sire
In blended Ashes lie.
Cho.
Say how betray'd?
Nun.
Ev'n by those usual Trains for Kings are laid.
By Gifts.
Cho.
In those what Treachery could be?
Nun.
Nay, that's my wonder: Nor, tho th'Fact I see,
Can my Belief receive't for possible.
Cho.
The manner of so strange a Ruine tell.
Nun.
As 'twas commanded, the devouring Flame
Assaults each part o'th' Palace: the whole Frame
In pieces falls; and now we fear the Town.
Cho.
The raging Flames with thrown-on Water drown.
Nu.
Ev'n that Astonishment and Wonder breeds
In this Disaster, Fire on Water feeds;
The more supprest, the more it burns; and grows
By that which to extinguish we impose.
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