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Melting in teares, then gan she thus lament; The wretched woman, whom unhappy howre Hath now made thrall to your commandement, Before that angry heavens list to lowre, And fortune false betraide me to your powre, Was, (O what now availeth that I was!) Borne the sole daughter of an Emperour,° He that the wide West under his rule has, And high hath set his throne, where Tiberis doth pas.