These glauerers gone, my selfe to rest I layde, And doubting nothing, soundly fell a sleepe: But sodainly my seruaunts, sore afrayde, Awaked me, and drawing sighes full deepe: “Alas,” quoth one, “my lord wee are betrayde:” “How so,” quoth I, “the dukes are gone their waies?” “Th’haue[1285] barde the gates, and borne away the kayes.” 68. While he thus spake, there came into my minde This fearefull dreame, whereout I waked was: I saw a riuer stopt with stormes of winde, Wheare through a swan, a bull, and bore did passe, Fraunching the fysh and fry, with teath of brasse, The riuer dryde vp saue a title streame, Which at the last did water all the reame. 69. Me thought this streame did drowne the cruell bore In litle space, it grew so deepe and brode: But hee had kilde the bull and swan before: Besides all this I sawe an ougly tode Crall towarde mee, on which mee thought I trode: But what became of her, or what of mee, My sodayne waking woulde not let mee see. 70. These dreames considered with this sodayne newes So diuers from theyr doings ouer night, Did cause me not a litle for to muse, I blest me, and rise[1286] in all the hast I might: By this, _Aurora_ spred abroade the light, Which fro the endes of _Phebus_ beames she tooke, Who than the bulls cheife gallery forsooke. 71. Whan I had opened the window to looke out, There might I see the stretes ech where beset, My inne on each side compassed about With armed watchmen, all escapes to let: Thus had these Neroes caught me in their net, But to what ende I could not throughly gesse, Such was my plainnes, such their doublenesse. 72. My conscience was so clere, I could not doubt Their deadly drift, which lesse apparaunt lay, Because they causde their men retourne the rout That rode toward _Stonystratford_, as they say, Because the dukes will first be there to day: For this (thought I) they hinder me in iest, For giltlesse myndes doe easel deeme the best. 73. By this the dukes were come into myne inne, For they were lodged in an other by: I gote mee to them, thinking it a sinne Within my chamber cowardly to lye: And merily I asked my brother, why He vsde me so? he sterne, in euill sadnes, Cryed out: “I arrest thee, traytour, for thy badnes.” 74.