For in that place where I him thought to find,
There was I found, contrary to my thought,
Of this accursed Carle of hellish kind,
The shame of men, and plague of womankind,
Who trussing me, as Eagle doth his pray,
Me hether[120] brought with him, as swift as wind,
Where yet vntouched till this present day,
I rest his wretched thrall, the sad Æmylia.
Ah sad Æmylia (then sayd Amoret,) xix
Thy ruefull plight I pitty as mine owne.