Note 442 — How King Bladvd,[408] taking on him to fly, fell vpon the Temple of Apollo, and brake his necke, The yeare before Christ, 844.

——Beware of climing high, Lest that you helpelesse fall, as erst did I. N.

When Bladud thus had ended quite his tale, And tolde his life as you haue heard before: He toke his flight, and then a Lady pale Appeard in sight, beraide with bloudy gore: In hande a knife of sanguine dye she bore: And in her breste a wounde was pearced wyde, So freshly bledde, as if but than she dyde. She staide a while, her coulour came and went, And doubtful was that would haue tolde hir paine: In wofull sort she seemed to lament, And could not wel her tongue from talke refraine. For why her griefes vnfolde she would right faine, Yet bashfull was: at length an ende to make, Hir Morpheus wild, and then thus wyse she spake.