Note 515 — How King Morgan of Albany was slayne at Glamorgan, in Wales, The yeare before Christ, 766.

With that Morganus quickly past away, The night me thought likewise was far epast, Whereby it weried me so long to staye, But Morpheus bad me bide and see the last, “(Quoth he) the stories passe awaye as fast, “As doth the tyme, and sith th’art nigh th’ende: “Thou nedste not grutche, so short a space to spend.” And turning then him selfe from me asyde, He calde the next which therwithall in sight Appear’d, and all his breste with bloud bedide. What chaunce (quoth I) hath so thy corps bedight, Thou worthy prince, or what mishaps of fight? “I will (quoth he) with all my hart vnfolde “My fatall fall, and therwithall he tolde.”