Thence wise men conster,[1418] more then the cocke doth crow.”
51.
While thus hee spake, I held within myne arme
Shore’s wife, the tender peece, to keepe mee warme:
Fye on adultry, fye on leacherous lust,
Marke in mee, yee nobles all, God’s iudgements iust:
A pandare, murtherer, and adulterer thus,
Onely such death I dye, as I ne blushe:
Now, least my dame mought feare appall[1419] my hart:
With eger moode vp in my bed I starte.