But Nero, not abiding out the end, Orethrew the tables, dasht against the ground The cuppe which he so much, you know, esteem'd; Teareth his haire and with incensed rage Curseth false men and Gods the lookers on. Neoph.

A shipp laboringe for liffe Nowe cast upon the rocks, nowe splitt, nowe sinkinge, Nowe dasht to peeces.