Hee parteth: I sleepe, my mynde surchargde with sinne,
As Phœbus beames by misty cloude kept in,
Ne coulde misgieue, ne dreame of my mishap,
As blocke I tumbled to myne enmies trap:
Security causles through my carelesse[1423] frende,
Reft mee foresight of my approaching end:
So Catesby clawed mee, as when the cat doth play,
Dalieng with mouse, whom strayght shee[1424] myndes[1425] to slay.
54.
The morow come, the latest light to mee,