His rolling eyne, he searched[1604] heare and there
The deepe daunger that hee so sore did feare.
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For not in vayne it ran still in his brest,
Some wretched hap should hale him to his end,
And therefore alway by his pillow prest
Had hee a sworde, and with that sworde he wende,
In vayne, God wot, all perils to defende:
For, loe, his wife, foreyrking[1605] of his raigne,
Sleping in bed this cruell wretch hath slaine.