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What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop!—
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul!—
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger?—
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance!—
—————————— I will weep for thee;