Forc’d to transport me backe to Syriaes land:
I’me there arrived, and eftsoones made me bound
For the Venetian Consul: there to sound
My great abuses, by this Villane done.
Which soone were heard, and eke repayrd as soone:
The Bassaw was upright, and for times sake
He did me more, then conscience will’d me take.
My plaint preferd, he was in Prison layd
And all my gold, to give me backe was mayd
Which he had falsely tane: where for his paines