10.
My forme did prayse my plea, my sighes they sued,
My teares enti’st theyr hearts, some ruth to take:
My sobbes in sight a seemely hue reneu’d,
My wringing handes wan suiters shift to make,
My sober southes did cause them for my sake
Me to commend unto their noble King,
Who wil’d they should me into presence bring.
11.
Which when I came, in cordes as captiue bound,