The waters streyght had drawne me vnderneath,
Where diueing,[300] vp at length agayn rose I,
And sawe my childe, and cry’d “Farewell, I die!”
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Then as my strength was wasted, downe I went,
Eke so I plunged twise or thrise yet more:
My breath departed, needes I must relent.
The waters pearst my mouth and eares so sore,
And to the botome with such force mee bore,
That life, and breath, and minde, and sence was gone,