And on himselfe suspitiously to looke,
Into all doubts he fearefully doth run,
Oft himselfe cheering, oft himselfe forsooke:
Strangely perplext vnto[2069] my house doth come,
Not knowing why iudg’d, nor dreading yet his doome.
75.
My seruants set his comming to attend,
That were therein not common for their skill,
Whose vsage yet the former did amend:
He hop’d not good, nor guiltie was of ill,