[♦] Upon the hatches: thence we look’d toward England,
[♦] And cited up a thousand fearful times,
[15] During the wars of York and Lancaster
[♦] That had befall’n us. As we paced along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
[♦] Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling,
[♦] Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,
20 Into the tumbling billows of the main.
[♦] Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
[♦] What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!