The fatall skies, roll on the blackest day, When doubled bludshed, must my bloud repay,[1413] Others none forceth: to mee sir _Thomas Haward_ As spurre is buckled, to prouoke mee forward, _Derby_, who fearde the party[1414] sittings yore, Whether, much more hee knew by experience hoare, Or vnaffected,[1415] clearer truth could see: At midnight darke this message sendes to mee:[1416] 50. “_Hastings_, away, in sleepe the gods foreshew By dreadfull dreame, fell fates vnto vs two: Mee thought a boare with tuske so rasde our throate, That both our shoulders of the bloud did smoake: Arise, to horse, strayght homeward let vs hye, And sith our foe wee may not mate,[1417] O flye: Of Chaunteclere you learne dreames soth to know, Thence wise men conster,[1418] more then the cocke doth crow.” 51. While thus hee spake, I held within myne arme _Shore’s_ wife, the tender peece, to keepe mee warme: Fye on adultry, fye on leacherous lust, Marke in mee, yee nobles all, God’s iudgements iust: A pandare, murtherer, and adulterer thus, Onely such death I dye, as I ne blushe: Now, least my dame mought feare appall[1419] my hart: With eger moode vp in my bed I starte. 52. “And, is thy lord,” quoth I, “a sorcerer? A wise man now become a dreame reader? What though so Chaunteclere crowed? I reke it not: On my part pled’th[1420] as well dame Partelot: Uniudgde hangth yet the case betwixt them tway, Ne was his dreame cause of his hap I say: Shall dreming doubts from prince my seruing[1421] slacke? Nay, then mought[1422] _Hastings_ lyfe and liuing lacke.” 53. Hee parteth: I sleepe, my mynde surchargde with sinne, As _Phœbus_ beames by misty cloude kept in, Ne coulde misgieue, ne dreame of my mishap, As blocke I tumbled to myne enmies trap: Security causles through my carelesse[1423] frende, Reft mee foresight of my approaching end: So _Catesby_ clawed mee, as when the cat doth play, Dalieng with mouse, whom strayght shee[1424] myndes[1425] to slay. 54. The morow come, the latest light to mee, On palfray mounted, to the tower I hie, Accompanied with that _Haward_ my mortall foe, To slaughter led, thou God wouldst haue it so:[1426] (O deepe dissemblers, honouring with your cheare, Whom in hid hart ye trayterously teare;) Neuer had realme so open signes of wracke, As I had shewde mee of my heauy[1427] hap. 55.