I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels,and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.

I fear that we may get there to early for my mind thinks that this party will not end well some thing that could be the end of me. God may lead me he can direct me wherever it may be. Let us go on.