33.
Then lothsome lucke did turne her whurling wheele,
With treason trust intrapte did me betray,
Hateful mishappe she had me by the heele,
And clapte me close in dungeon of decay,
To Hengest nowe I must a raunsome pay:
And if I loude my life and libertie,
I needes must graunt al he dooth aske of me.
34.
For chaunged chaunce of Mars his warres, hath made