From Behobia, to Jubile Taure againe.
Then rest’d at Malaga, where I was shent
And taken for a Spie, crush’d, rackt, and rent.
Where ah! (when Treason tride) by fals position;
They wrest’d on me their lawlesse Inquisition:
Which after Tortures, Hunger, Vermine gnashes,
[X. 425.]Condemn’d me quick, stake-bound, to burn in ashes:
Gods Providence comes in, and I’me discovered
By Merchants meanes, by Aston last delivered:
Where noble Maunsell, Generall of that Fleete,