In midst of whom, vpon a tall white steede Mounted I sat with cruell countenance, Still crying out, march on, march on with speede: And in this sort without incumberance, To Lecester we forward did aduance: Through which we past to Bosworthe’s ample plaine, Where I did end my wreched life and reigne. 66. And there vpon an hill, _Anne Beame_ by name, I downe did pight my standerd, and fast by My campe in martiall order I did frame: _Richmond_ fast by vs on the plaine did lie, Next morne the chance of battell for to trie: For it was euening ere we could attaine To meete each other vpon Bosworth plaine. 67. The sad night’s cold forerunner Vesper faire, Dispreades her golden lockes in easterne skie: Then courts of guard are set with speciall care, Lest that our foes aduantage to espie, In ambuskado neere should lurking lie: And euery one with hearts to heau’n did pray To scape the horror of th’approching day. 68. The heau’ns that in eternall booke do keepe The register, for life or deathe’s decree, By vision strange did shew to me in sleepe, That next daie’s cheerefull light the last should be, That in this world I euermore should see: As in my tent, on bed I slumbring lie, Horrid aspects appear’d vnto mine eye. 69. I thought that all those murthered ghosts, whom I By death had sent to their vntimely graue, With balefull noise about my tent did crie, And of the heau’ns with sad complaint did craue, That they on guiltie wretch might vengeance haue: To whom I thought the Iudge of heau’n gaue eare, And gainst me gaue a iudgement full of feare. 70. For loe, eftsoones, a thousand hellish hags Leauing th’abode of their infernall cell, Seasing on me, my hatefull bodie drags From forth my bed into a place like hell, Where feends did naught but bellow, howle and yell, Who in sterne strife stood gainst each other bent, Who should my hatefull bodie most torment. 71. Tormented in such trance long did I lie, Till extreame feare did rouze me where I lay, And caus’d me from my naked bed to flie: Alone within my tent I durst not stay, This dreadfull dreame my soule did so affray: When wakte I was from sleepe, I for a space Thought I had been in some infernall place. 72.