“O Queene (quoth I) if pittie none remayne, But I be slayne or drown’d as _Humber_ was: Then take thy pleasure by my pinching payne, And let me hence as thou appoyntest passe. But take some pittie on my childe, alas, Thou know’st the infant made no fault, but hee[294] That’s dead, and I, therefore reuenge on mee.” 37. “No bastards here shall liue to dispossesse My sonne, (shee sayd) but sith thou soughtest fame, I will prouide for her a kingdome lesse, Which shall hereafter euer haue her name. Thou know’st whereof the name of _Humber_ came: Then so _Sabrina_ shall this streame be cal’d, Sith _Sabrine_ me, as _Humber Locrine_, thral’d.” 38. With that my childe was _Sabrine_ brought in sight, Who when shee sawe me there[295] in bandes to lie, “Alas (shee cri’d) what meanes this piteous plight?” And downe she fell before the Queene, with cry: “O Queene (quoth shee) let me more rather die Than shee that’s giltlesse should: for why, thy king Did as his captiue her to lewdnes bring.” 39. Which when I sawe the kindnes of the childe, It burst my heart much more then dome of death: Poore little lambe, with countenaunce how milde Shee pleaded still: and I for want of breath, (With woefull teares that lay her feete beneath) Could not put foorth a word our liues to saue, Or if therefore I might a kingdome haue. 40. Her piteous plaintes did somewhat death withdraw, For as shee long beheld the Queene with teares, (Quoth shee) “Let me haue rigour voyd of lawe, In whom the signe of all thy wrath appeares: And let me die, my fathers face that beares. Sith he is dead, and we are voide of stay, Why should I thee for life, or mercy, pray? 41. “My mother may to _Germany_ returne, Where shee was borne, and if it please thy grace: And I may well lie in my father’s tombe, If thou wilt graunt his childe so good a place. But if thou thinke my bloud is farre to bace, (Although I came, by both, of princely lyne) Then let me haue what shroud thou wilt assigne.” 42. With that the Queene replide with milder cheere, And sayd the childe was wonderous feate,[296] and wittie: But yet shee would not her reuenge forbeare, “For why (quoth shee) the prouerbe sayes, that pittie Hath lewdly lost full many a noble Cittie. Here _Elstride_ now ile wreke my greefes on thee,[297] To die, take leaue, but talke no more to me.” 43.