O Gods that knowe the paynes that I haue bode,
And iust reuengement of my rashnes payde,
And of the death of Albanact betrayde
By mee and mine, I yeelde my life therefore,
Content to dye, and never greeue yee more.
15.
Then straight not opening of my handes, I bowde
My selfe, and set my head my armes betweene:
And downe I sprang with all the force I coulde,
So duckte, that neither head nor foote were seene,