And I as dead and cold as marble stone.
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Lo thus you heare the race of all my life,
And how I past the pickes of painfull woe:
How twise I thought to bee a Prince his wife,[301]
And twise was quite depriu’d my[302] honour fro,
The third time Queene and felt foule ouerthro.
Let Princely Ladyes vewe mine historie,
Mine haps, and woes, and hatefull desteny.[303]
51.