“Wherewith me thought he was departed quite, And _Morpheus_ that sluggishe god of sleepe, Did leaue my limmes, wherewith I stoode vpright, Deuising long what profite I could reape Of this my dreame, which playnly did expresse That neyther want nor wealth doth make man’s blesse: Who hath the meane with a contented minde, Most perfect blesse his God hath him assignde. 32. “But I, who liude a crowned king of late, And nowe am forste of thee to begge my bread, I cannot be content with this estate, I lothe to liue, I would I wretch were deade, Despayer she doth feede me with decay, And pacience is fled and flowne away: Doe thou therefore, O heardeman, play thy parte, Take thou this blade, and thrust it to my harte.” 33. “O Sir,” I sayd, “the goddes defend that I Should causelesse kil a man in myserye, Tel me thy name and place, then by and by I wyl prouide for thyne aduersitie:” Then he replide: “My name is _Sigeberte_, I am the man which wrought thy master’s smart: I rulde of late this realme euen at my liste, Take thou reuenge with that thy friendly fiste.” 34. “And wel content: I wyl reuenge with speede, The death of him whome causelesse thou didst kill: King _Sigebert_, and art thou he indeede? Sith he thou art, dispacth and make thy wyl; For to my lorde this day I wyl present Thy head: therefore thy former faultes repent, Thou seest the blocke on which thy lyfe must ende, Call thou for grace that God may mercie send.” 35. Wherewith he kneelyng by the blocke of bale, “Dispatch,” quoth he, “and do that friendly deede: O welcome death, and farewel fortune fraile, Dispatch good friende, dispatch my lyfe with speede.” Wherewith, on blocke he stretcht his necke outright, And sayd no more, but praying me to smite: I gaue the stroke which ended al his care, A blouddie stroke, which did my death prepare. 36. For I who hopte to haue some great rewarde For killing of my maister’s father’s foe: Was hanged strayght, my cause was neuer hearde, Such was my chance and wel deserued woe: For when my lord had heard me tel the tale, Howe I his king and myne did there assayle, His frowning face did put me in great feare, He sighte and sobde, and sayd as you shal heare. 37.