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My heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze, / As one struck dumb, in silence stands at gaze / Expecting counsel, when my friend drew near, / And said: "What do you look? why stay you here? / What mean you? know you not that I am one / Of these, and must attend? pray, let's be gone. " / "Dear friend," said I, "consider what desire / To learn the rest hath set my heart on fire; / My own haste stops me. " "I believe 't," said he, / "And I will help; 'tis not forbidden me.
This noble man, on whom the others wait / (You see) is Pompey, justly call'd The Great: / Cornelia followeth, weeping his hard fate, / And Ptolemy's unworthy causeless hate.