Betraide by fortune and suspitious love,
Threatned with frowning wrath and jealousie,
Surpriz'd with feare of hideous revenge,
I stand agast: but most astonied
To see his choller shut in secrete thoughtes,
And wrapt in silence of his angry soule.
Upon his browes was pourtraid ugly death,
And in his eies the furie of his hart,
That shine as Comets, menacing revenge,
And casts a pale complexion on his cheeks.
As when the Sea-man sees the Hyades
Gather an armye of Cemerian clouds,
(Auster and Aquilon with winged Steads
All sweating, tilt about the watery heavens,
With shivering speares enforcing thunderclaps,
And from their shieldes strike flames of lightening)
All fearefull foldes his sailes, and sounds the maine,
Lifting his prayers to the heavens for aid,
Against the terrour of the winds and waves.
So fares Agidas for the late felt frownes
That sent a tempest to my daunted thoughtes,
And makes my soule devine her overthrow.