ad complement.

her sobbing breaches > [intervals between her sobs]

304.36

Deare image of my selfe (she said) that is,
2 The wretched sonne of wretched mother borne,
Is this thine high aduauncement, {o^} is this
4 Th'immortall name, with which thee yet vnborne
Thy Gransire _Nereus_ promist to adorne?
6 Now lyest thou of life and honor reft;
Now lyest thou a lumpe of earth forlorne,
8 Ne of thy late life memory is left,
Ne can thy irreuocable destiny be weft?

1 "Dear image of myself," she said, "that is
2 The wretched son of wretched mother born,
3 Is this your high advancement, O is this
4 The immortal name with which you, yet unborn,
5 Your grandsire Nereus promised to adorn?

grandsire > grandfather

6 Now lie you of life and honour reft;

reft > robbed, bereft

7 Now lie you a lump of earth forlorn,
8 Ne of your late life memory is left,

Ne > Not, neither _hence:_ and nothing, and nothing whatever (not
exactly translatable: a conjunctional intensification of "no")
late > recent, late
memory > memorial; memento; memory

9 Ne can your irrevocable destiny be weft?

Ne > And neither
weft > avoided

304.37

Fond _Proteus_, father of false prophecis,
2 And they more fond, that credit to thee giue,
Not this the worke of womans hand ywis,
4 That so deepe wound through these deare members driue.
I feared loue: but they that loue do liue,
6 But they that die, doe neither loue nor hate.
Nath'lesse to thee thy folly I forgiue,
8 And to my selfe, and to accursed fate
The guilt I doe ascribe: deare wisedome bought too late.

1 "Fond Proteus, father of false prophecies,

Fond > Foolish, imbecile; credulous

2 And they more fond, that credit to you give,

they > [those people]
you > (Addressing Proteus)

3 Not this the work of woman's hand iwis,

iwis > certainly, indeed; (catachr.) I know, _hence:_ I certainly
know (contemptuous of Proteus's "false prophecis")

4 That so deep wound through these dear members drive.

so > such [a]
members > limbs; organs
drive > could drive; drove; has driven

5 I feared love: but they that love do live,
6 But they that die do neither love nor hate.
7 Natheless to you your folly I forgive,

Natheless > Nevertheless
forgive > grant; pardon

8 And to myself, and to accursed Fate
9 The guilt I do ascribe: dear wisdom bought too late.

dear