Sore wearied with the fight, the foyle and losse,
And casting with my selfe in woefull minde,
The cause why so God Neptune did me tosse,
Why boyling Seas with surges so me sosse,[584]
I made a vowe to kill the man that causde me flye,
Or with my bloud the kingdome all from him to buy.
10.
The Seas alayde, at last my ships I found
And rigde againe, at seas met of our foes[585]
Some[586] wandring Danes, where we beset them round