To doe some thing, that seemed to him best,
The whyles his Lord in siluer slomber[509] lay,
Like to the Evening starre adorn’d with deawy ray.
Whom when as Turpin saw so loosely layd, xx
He weened well, that he in deed was dead,
Like as that other knight to him had sayd:
But when he nigh approcht, he mote aread
Plaine signes in him of life and liuelihead.
Whereat much grieu’d against that straunger knight,
That him too light of credence did mislead,