Ile pray to Gods, reuenge my woefull smart.
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“If any wrong deserue the wrecke, I pray yon skyes,
And starres of light, (if you my plight[495] doe rue)
O Phœbus cleere, I thee beseech and pray likewise,
Beare witnes of my playnts well knowne to Gods are true.
You see from whence these iniuryes they grue.
Then let like vengeaunce hap and light on those,
Which vndeserued were my mortall[496] foes.
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