About five o'clock
Chapter VIII . The question of the Seal . About five o'clock Henry VIII . awoke out of an unrefreshing nap , and muttered to himself , `` Troublous dreams , troublous dreams ! Mine end is now at hand : so say these warnings , and my failing pulses do confirm it . '' Presently a wicked light flamed up in his eye , and he muttered , `` Yet will not I die till HE go before . ''