Chapter 15

"As long as Edwarde rules thys lande,

Ne quiet you wylle ye know;

Your sonnes and husbandes shall be slayne,

And brookes with bloode shall 'flowe.'

"You leave youre geode and lawfulle kynge,

Whenne ynne adversity;

Like me, untoe the true cause stycke,

And for the true cause dye."

Chatterton.

The calm of evening was again