The sad spectatour of my Tragedie;
Where left, he went, and his owne false part playd,
Disguised like that groome of base degree,
Whom he had feignd th’abuser of my loue to bee.
Eftsoones he came vnto th’appointed place, xxviii
And with him brought Pryene,[569] rich arayd,
In Claribellaes clothes. Her proper face
I not descerned[570] in that darkesome shade,
But weend it was my loue, with whom he playd.
Ah God, what horrour and tormenting griefe