But in the samë ship as he her fand, Her and her youngë son, and all her gear, He shouldë put, and crowd 1649 her from the land, And charge her, that she never eft come there. O my Constance, well may thy ghost 1650 have fear, And sleeping in thy dream be in penánce, 1651 When Donegild cast 1652 all this ordinance. 1653