... sprincling upwarde glisterd red. But Venus sore abasht At this hir Neeces great mischaunce without offence or fault, Hir Uncle gently thus bespake: O ruler of the hault And swelling Seas, O noble Neptune whose dominion large Extendeth to the Heaven, whereof the mightie Jove hath charge, The thing is great for which I sue. But shewe thou for my sake Some mercie on my wretched friends whome in thi...