Note 101 — THE AUTHORS INDUCTION.

At length hee foorth his seruant Morpheus calde, And bad him shewe mee from the first to th’ ende, Such persones as in Britayne Fortune thralde: Which straight vpon his calling did attende, And thus hee spake with countenaunce of frende, “Come on thy wayes and thou shalt see and here, “The Britaynes and their doinges what they were.” And as he led me through the darkes a whyle, At length wee came into a goodly hall, At th’ ende wherof there seemde a duskish Ile: Out of the which hee gan the Britaynes call, Such only as from Fortune’s hap did fall: Which when he called thryce, me seemde to heare, The doores to cracke from whence they should appeare. And thryce I shrinkte aside and shund the sight: And three times thryce I wishte myselfe away: Eke thryce from thence there flew a flashe of light, Three times I sawe them coming make their staye: At laste they all approchte in such array, With sundrie shewes, appearing vnto mee, A straunger sighte then erste with eyes I see. Men mighty bigge, in plaine and straunge attyre, But some with wounds and bloud were so disguisde, You scarcely could with reasons ayde aspire, To know what warre such cruell death deuisde: But sithe I haue their formes beneath comprisde, Wheras their stories seuerally I showe, Your selfe therby their cause of death may know.