ABSTRACT
Live sisters, live, and seing his suspect Hath causlesse me in sea of son'owes drown'd, 670 And that I cannot live, if so I would, Nor yet would leave this life, if so I could, Without his love: procure me, Diomed, That gainst poore me he be no more incensd. ''''rest out of his conceit that harmefull doubt, That since his wracke he hath of me conceiv'd Though wrong conceiv'd: witnes you reverent Gods, Barking Anubis, Apis bellowing. Tell him, my soule burning, impatient, Forlorne with love of him, for certaine seale 680 Of her true loialtie my corpse hath left, T'encrease of dead the number numberlesse.
