On waters shoare, wherein shee should bee droun’d!
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With that I fell before the Queene, and pray’d
For mercy, but with fierie eyes shee bent
Her browes on mee: “Out bastard vile (shee sayd)
Thou wot’st not yet wherefore for thee I sent.”
“O Queene (quoth I) haue pittie, bee content,
And if thou minde of mercy ought to showe,
Drowne mee, and let my mother harmelesse goe.
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