When out of east the day began to peepe, Who, as if she my ruefull case did mone, Vpon my head her dewie droppes did weepe, The right hand way they left, and iourn’ing on, Where Seuerne’s siluer waues doth play vpon The marish greene, they forced me to light, There to haue slaine my heart with sad despight 133. In stead of royall chaire, they set me downe On a mole-hill (was neuer king so vsde) And _Gourney_, wretched man, in stead of crowne With wreath of grasse my royall browes abusde, Patience perforce it might not be refusde: Then while in wretched case my hands I wring, In scorne the villaines bid auaunt sir king. 134. While thus I sit all carefull comfortlesse, With pitious lookes cast vp in wofull wise, Calling the heau’ns to witnesse my distresse, In stead of teares, the starres like weeping eies Drop downe their exhalations from the skies: And Tithon’s bride new rising from her bed, Beholds their leaudnesse with a blushing red. 135. Yet to my plaints no pitie they do yeeld: But bent to adde more griefe to my disgrace, In rustie murren with foule water fill’d, A villaine comes with hands vncleane and base, To shaue the heare both from my head and face: Who, when warme water I desire to haue, Replies, that cold will serue his turne to shaue. 136. With eyes full burthned with a showre of teares, “Do ye,” quoth I, “now helpe me with your might To waile the sorrowes, which my sad soule beares, Open your floud-gates wide, and in their sight Let vs haue water warme in their despight:” This said, the teares did downe my cheekes distill, As if they stroue t’effect my wofull will. 137. Hence in this plight to Berkley am I brought, Where bidding comfort euermore farewell: And feeding long on care and pensiue thought, At length I am shut vp in darksome cell, There to the senselesse walles my griefe to tell, Deni’d the comfort of heau’n’s common light, Bound while I liue to liue in endlesse night. 138. My sterne tormentors moued with remorse, Wish death to end my miserable care: Yet nature will not violently force Way to a lingring death, they do prepare By cold, long watching, fast and euill fare: But, I euen made insensible in woes, Suffer with patience all they can impose. 139.