34.
When in my naked bed my limbes were laid
And I enchain’d in deepest sleepe did lie,
The rufull clamors of my friends betray’d
Did ring about mine eares: with whose sad crie
I rose from sleepe, and from my bed did flie:
But by the armed men and doores fast made,
My weapons gone, I knew I was betraid.
35.
Then did I looke, when death would at the doore