To graunt to her, her sonnes life, which his foe
A cruell Tyrant had presumpteouslie[236]
By wicked doome condemn’d, a wretched death to die.
To whom God Neptune softly smyling, thus; xxx
Daughter me seemes of double wrong ye plaine,
Gainst one that hath both wronged you, and vs:
For death t’adward[237] I ween’d did appertaine
To none, but to the seas sole Soueraine.
Read therefore who it is, which this hath wrought,
And for what cause; the truth discouer plaine.