“Loe, here the wythered and bewytched arme, That thus is spent by those two sorceresse’ charme:” And bared his arme and shewed his swynish skinne, Such cloaks they vse, that seke to clowd their sinne: But out, alas, it serueth not for the rayne, To al the house the colour was to playne: Nature had giuen him many a maymed marke, And it amonges to note her monstruous warke. 74. My doubtfull harte distracted this replye: For th’one I cared not: th’other nipt so nye That whyst I cold not, but forthwith brake forth: “If so it be, of death they are doubtlesse worth?” “If, traitour?” quoth he, “playst thou with yfs and ands? Ile on thy bodye auowe it with these hands:” And therwithal he mightlye bounced the borde, In rushd his byl-men, one himselfe bestird. 75. Laying at lord _Stanley_, whose brain he had surely cleft, Had he not downe beneathe the table crept: But _Elye_, _Yorke_, and I, were taken straight, Imprisoned they, I should no longer wait, But charged was to shriue me, and shift with hast: My lorde must dine, and now midday was past: The bore’s first dish, not the bore’s head should be: But _Hastinge’s_ head, the boarish beast would see. 76. Why stay I his dinner? vnto the chappel ioyneth A greenish hil, that body and soule oft twineth: There on a blocke my head was striken of, As _Baptiste’s_ head,[1456] for _Herode_ bloudy gnoffe: Thus liued I, _Baldwin_, thus dyed I, thus I fel, This is the summe, which al at large to tel Would volumes fil: whence yet these lessons note Ye noble lordes, to learne and ken by rote. 77. By fylthy rising feare your names to stayne: If not for vertue’s loue, for dread of payne, Whom so the mindes vnquiet state vpheaues, Be it for loue or feare, when fancye reaues Reason her[1457] right, by mocking of the wyt, If once the cause of this affection flit, Reason preuayling on the vnbrideled thought: Downe falth he who[1458] by fancye clymbe aloft. 78. So hath the ryser fowle no stay from[1459] fal, No not of those that raisde him first of al: His suretie stands in mainteining the cause That heaued him first, which reft by reason’s sawes, Not onely falth he to his former state, But liueth for euer in his prince’s hate: And marke, my lordes, God for adultery sleath, Though ye it thinke too sweete a sinne for death. 79.