In the night time when I should take my rest
I weepe, I wayle, I weat my bed with teares,
And when dead sleape my spirites hath opprest,
Troubled with dreames I fantazy vayne feares,
Myne husband’s voyce then ringeth at mine eares,
Crying for help: “O saue mee from the death,
These vilaynes here doe seeke to stop my breath.”
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Yea, and sometimes mee thinkes his drery ghost
Appeares in sight, and shewes mee in what wise