On fearefull things long musing I do lie, At last with sleepe opprest, in slumber cast, Vpflew the doores and in the murderers flie, At which awakt, and suddenly agast, As from my naked bed I thought t’haue past, They with rude hands do hold me downe by force, While with vaine words I seeke to moue remorse. 147. “Ye deadly instruments of other’s ill, Grant one request, which dying I do craue: Since ye be bent this royall blood to spill, Send me not hence with torture to the graue: ’Tis life ye seeke, the only thing I haue: Which yet shall vade on wings of willing breath, Since better tis to die then liue in death.” 148. By this they with maine strength do me compell, Strengthlesse for breath to yeeld to their intent: And then, O horrid, shamefull thing to tell, By force they thrust an hollow instrument Much like a trumpe into my fundament, By which they do preuent the mone I make By sudden death, as thus to them I spake. 149. “Ah why, why thus torment ye me with smart? Leaue off to grieue:” not one word more I said, They had by this time thrust me to the hart With steele red hot: to sleepe me downe I laid, And with the pray’rs which godly folke had made, When from the castle they did heare my cries, My soule on mercie’s wings did clime the skies. 150. Thus hauing heard my lamentable fall Procur’d by stubborne peeres disloyaltie, And people’s wilfull hate, the spring of all First flowing from deceitfull flatterie, That deadly bane t’all princely royaltie: Amongst the rest in place with painfull pen Insert it for a Mirrour vnto men. THE LAMENTABLE _Lives and Deaths of the two yong_ Princes, Edward, the Fifth, and _his Brother Richard Duke of_ Yorke. THE ARGUMENT.