I wishe them often well to reade it than, And marke the causes why those Princes fell: But let mee ende my tale that I began. When I had red these Tragedies full well, And past the winter euenings[94] long to tell, One night at last I thought to leaue this[95] vse, To take som ease beefore I chaundge my muse. 10. Wherefore away from reading I mee gate, My heauy heade waxte dull for wante of reste: I layde mee downe, the night was waxed late, For lacke of sleepe myne eyes were sore oppreste: Yet fancy still of all theire deathes increaste, Mee thought my mynde from them I coulde not take, So worthy wightes, as caused mee to wake.[96] 11. At length appeared clad in purple blacke[97] Sweete _Somnus_, rest which comforts eache aliue; By ease of mynde, that weares away all wracke, That noysome night, from wery witts doth driue, Of labours long, the pleasures wee atcheiue. Whereat I ioyde, sith after labours paste,[98] I might enioye sweete _Somnus_ sleepe at laste.[99] 12. But hee by whom I thought my selfe at reste, Reuiued all my fancyes fond before: I more desirous humbly did requeste, Him shew th’ vnhappy _Albion_ Princes yore.[100] For well I wist, that hee coulde tell mee more, Sith vnto diuers, _Somnus_ erste had tolde, What thinges were done, in elder times of olde. 13.[101] Then strayght hee foorth his seruante _Morpheus_ calde, On _Higins_ here thou muste (quoth hee) attende; The _Britayne_ Peeres to bring (whom Fortune thralde) From Lethian lake, and th’ auncient shapes them lende; That they may shew why, howe, they tooke theire ende, I will (quoth _Morpheus_) shewe him what they were; And so mee thought, I sawe them strayght appeare. 14. One after one, they came in straunge attire, But some with woundes and bloude were so disguisde, You scarsly coulde by reasons ayde aspire, To know what warre such sondry deaths deuisde; And seuerally those Princes were surprisde. Of former state, these states gaue ample show Which did relate their liues and ouerthrow. 15. Of som the faces bolde and bodyes were[102] Distaynde with woade, and turkishe beardes they had: On th’ ouer lyppes mutchatoes long of heyre, And wylde they seemde, as men dispayring mad. Theire lookes might make a constant heart[103] full sad, And yet I could not so forsake the vewe[104] Nor[105] presence, ere theire myndes I likewise knewe. 16.