2. Nay, I assure you Our shipps wilbe fast bound by Spanish charmes Not to get hence in hast.

But from the armed winds an hoast brake forth Which tare their shipps and sav'd ours.

Oh tis hee, My brother; and those rude and violent gusts That to this strange Road thrust my shipp per force, And I but late for new disasters curst, Have with there light winges mounted mee aloft, And for a haven in heaven new harbord mee.