O must thou yeelde, and shall thy boats betraye
Thy selfe (quoth I) no mercy Britaynes haue:
O would to God I might escape away,
I wot not yet if pardon I may craue,
Although my deeds deserue no life to haue.
I will, I nill, death, bondage, beast am I,
In waters thus, in forayne soyle to dye.
14.
With that I clapt my quauering hands abroade,
And helde them vp to heauen, and thus I sayde: