Of those detested crymes which shee had wrought:
With dreadfull cheare, and lookes throwne to the skie,
Wishing for death, and yet shee could not die.
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Next, sawe wee Dread, all trembling how hee shooke,
With foote, vncertayne, profered here and there:
Benomd of speach, and, with a ghastly looke,
Searcht euery place, all pale and dead for feare,
His cap borne vp with staring of his heare,
Stoynde and amazde at his owne shade for dreede,