“Let me (quoth shee) for her the waters tast,
Or let vs both togeather end our smart.
Yea rather rippe you foorth my tender heart:
What should I liue?” But they the childe withdrew,
And me into the raging streame they threw.
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So in the waters as I striu’d to swimme,
And kept my head aboue the waues for breath,
Mee thought I sawe my childe would venter in,
Which cry’d amayne, “O let me take like death.”