ABSTRACT
The Tragedy q/ CleojJatra 423 To contradict my Lord, being bent thereto? 620 I was by love, by feare, by weaken esse, made An instrument to such disseignes as these. For when the Lord of all the Orient bade, Who but obey'd? who was not glad to please? And how could I withdraw my succouring hand From him that had my heart, and what was mine? The int'rest of my faith in streightest band, My love to his most firmely did combine.
