The Authour.
Now when this desperate Queene had ended thus
Hir tale, and told what haplesse grace she had:
As of hir talke some pointes I did discusse,
In slomber faln I waxed wondrous sad,
Hir nephewes dealings were me thought to bad:
Which greu’de me much, but Morpheus had let bee,
And therewithall presented one to mee.
Of stature tall a worthy princely wight,
In countenaunce he seemde yet mourning still;