63435His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye,

436His eye commends the leading to his hand;

437His hand as proud of such a dignitie,

438Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand

439On her bare brest, the heart of all her land;

440 Whose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale,

441 Left their round turrets destitute and pale.

64442They mustring to the quiet Cabinet,

443Where their deare gouernesse and ladie lies,

444Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset,

445And fright her with confusion of their cries.

446Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes,

447 Who peeping foorth this tumult to behold,

448 Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.

65449Imagine her as one in dead of night,

450From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,

451That thinkes shee hath beheld some gastlie sprite,

452Whose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,

453What terror tis: but shee in worser taking,

454 From sleepe disturbed, heedfullie doth view

455 The sight which makes supposed terror trew.