And as they went, they heard a ruefull cry
Of one, that wayld and pittifully[837] wept,
That through the sea the resounding[838] plaints did fly:
At last they in an Island did espy
A seemely Maiden, sitting by the shore,
That with great sorrow and sad agony,
Seemed some great misfortune to deplore,
And lowd to them for succour called euermore.
Which Guyon hearing, streight his Palmer bad, xxviii
To stere the boate towards that dolefull Mayd,