51351Then Loue and Fortune be my Gods, my guide,

352My will is backt with resolution:

353Thoughts are but dreames till their effects be tried,

354The blackest sinne is clear'd with absolution.

355Against loues fire, feares frost hath dissolution.

356 The eye of Heauen is out, and mistie night

357 Couers the shame that followes sweet delight.

52358This said, his guiltie hand pluckt vp the latch,

359And with his knee the dore he opens wide,

360The doue sleeps fast that this night Owle will catch.

361Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied.

362Who sees the lurking serpent steppes aside;

363 But shee sound sleeping fearing no such thing,

364 Lies at the mercie of his mortall sting.

53365Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes,

366And gazeth on her yet vnstained bed:

367The curtaines being close, about he walkes,

368Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head.

369By their high treason is his heart mis-led,

370 Which giues the watch-word to his hand ful soon,

371 To draw the clowd that hides the siluer Moon.