Midnight was come, when euery[1633] vitall thing With sweete sound sleepe, their weary lyms did rest, The beasts were still, the little byrds that sing, Now sweetely slept, besides their mother’s brest, The olde and all were shrowded in their nest: The waters calme, the cruell seas did cease, The woods, the fieldes, and all thinges held their peace. 80. The golden stars were whyrld amyd their race, And on the earth did laugh with twinkling light, When each thing nestled in his resting place, Forgat daye’s payne with pleasure of the night: The hare had not the greedy hounds in sight, The fearefull dere of death stoode not in doubt, The partridge drept not of the falcon’s foote. 81. The ougly beare now minded not the stake, Nor how the cruell mastiues doe him teare, The stag lay still vnroused from the brake, The fomy boare fearde not the hunter’s speare: All thing was still in desert, bush, and breare: With quiet heart now from their trauayles ceast, Soundly they slept in midst of all their rest. 82. When _Buckingham_, amid his playnt opprest, With surging sorrowes and with pinching paynes In sort thus sowned,[1634] and with a sigh, hee ceast To tellen forth the trechery and the traynes Of _Banastaire_: which him so sore distraynes, That from a sigh hee falls into a sounde, And from a sound ly’th[1635] raging on the ground. 83. So twiching were the pangs that hee assayed, And hee so sore with ruthfull[1636] rage distraught, To thinke vppon the wretch that him betrayed, Whom erst hee made a gentleman of naught, That more and more agreued with this[1637] thought, Hee stormes out sighes, and with redoubled sore, Stroke with the furies, rageth more and more. 84. Who so hath seene the bull chased with darts, And with deepe wounds foregalde and gored so, Tyll hee, oppressed with the deadly smarts, Fall in a rage, and run vpon his foe, Let him, I say, behold the raging woe Of _Buckingham_, that in these gripes of griefe, Rageth gaynst him that hath betrayde his lyfe. 85. With bloud red iyen hee stareth here and there, Frothing at mouth, with face as pale as cloute: When, loe, my lyms were trembling all for feare, And I amazde stoode still in dread and doubt, While I mought see him throwe his arms about: And gaynst the ground him selfe plunge with such force, As if the life forthwith should leaue the corps. 86.