There did she pause, inforced to giue place,
Vnto the passion, that her heart opprest,
And after she had wept and wail’d a space,
She gan afresh thus to renew her wretched case.
Ye Gods of seas, if any Gods at all ix
Haue care of right, or ruth of wretches wrong,
By one or other way me woefull thrall,
Deliuer hence out of this dungeon strong,
In which I daily dying am too long.
And if ye deeme me death for louing one,