They say, in care of your most royal person,
255 That if your highness should intend to sleep
And charge that no man should disturb your rest
[♦] In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
[♦] Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
260 That slily glided towards your majesty,
It were but necessary you were waked,
[♦] Lest, being suffer’d in that harmful slumber,
The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;