speake whilst you may, Or this rash deede will make a fatall day.

My maister unawares escapt my mouth; But what the Lord doth please shall come to light, Cannot be hid by humaine pollicie: His haplesse hand hath wrought the fatall end Of Robert Beech and Thomas Winchester.

Till all the fatall fires in him burne out, Leaving his State and conscience cleere from doubt Of following uprores.

But yet my conscience, toucht with some remorse, Would faine have sav'd the young Pertillos life, But he remorselesse would not let him live, But unawares thrust in his harmelesse brest That life-bereaving fatall instrument: Which cruell deede I seeking to revenge, Have lost my life and paid the slave his due Rewarde for spilling blood of innocents.

I have stood Long like a fatall oake, at which great Jove Levels his thunder; all my boughes long since Blasted and wither'd; now the trunke falls too.

This should be that unlucky fatall place Where causlesse hate drew bloud from Ferdinand.

This was a fatall stroak, to me a heavy, For my remissnes wilbe loaden with it.

"For whilest I was thus without dread or dout, 155 A cruel Satyre with his murdrous dart, Greedie of mischiefe, ranging all about, Gave her the fatall wound of deadly smart, And reft from me my sweete companion, And reft from me my love, my life, my hart: 160 My Lyonesse, ah woe is me!