He would have slain her, but that they watched him.

Doubtless he had poisoned their minds against her, or they would not have suffered thus far of ill to her even.

Otherwise she cannot believe so ill of them.

It is all terrible to her.
And so, with many tears, she accounts for her want of oars, and provides against the day when some chapman from beyond seas shall know her and tell the tale of her shame.

At the end she weeps, and begs for kindness to an outcast pitifully.
There is no reason why men should not believe the tale, and told with those wondrous tear-dimmed eyes on them, they doubt not a word of it.