But death doth hasten my vntimely end,
The wound lookes blacke, the poison doth appeare
In his effects, and bids me to commend
My soule to God: my friends who held me deare,
All round about me stand with heauie cheare:
And when I knew that breath began to vade,
I call’d for him that had my life betray’d.
88.
Vnto the man before me brought, whose name
Bertram de Gord’an was, these words I spake,