HAROLDE.

    No, we muste streve to ayde oureselves wyth powre. 
    Whan Godde wylle sende us ayde! tis fetelie[41] prayde. 
    Moste we those calke[42] awaie the lyve-longe howre? 25
    Thos croche[43] oure armes, and ne toe lyve dareygne[44]. 
    Unburled[45] undelievre[46], unespryte[47]? 
    Far fro mie harte be fled thyk[48] thoughte of peyne,
    Ile free mie countrie, or Ille die yn fyghte.

  GODDWYN.

    Botte lette us wayte untylle somme season fytte. 30
    Mie Kentyshmen, thie Summertons shall ryse;
    Adented[49] prowess[50] to the gite[51] of witte,
    Agayne the argent[52] horse shall daunce yn skies. 
    Oh Harolde, heere forstraughteynge[53] wanhope[54] lies. 
    Englonde, oh Englonde, tys for thee I blethe[55]. 35
    Whylste Edwarde to thie sonnes wylle nete alyse[56],
    Shulde anie of thie sonnes fele aughte of ethe[57]? 
    Upponne the trone[58] I sette thee, helde thie crowne;
  Botte oh! twere hommage nowe to pyghte[59] thee downe. 
    Thou arte all preeste, & notheynge of the kynge. 40
    Thou arte all Norman, nothynge of mie blodde. 
    Know, ytte beseies[60] thee notte a masse to synge;
    Servynge thie leegefolcke[61] thou arte servynge Godde.

  HAROLDE.

    Thenne Ille doe heaven a servyce.  To the skyes
    The dailie contekes[62] of the londe ascende. 45
    The wyddowe, fahdrelesse, & bondemennes cries
    Acheke[63] the mokie[64] aire & heaven astende[65]
    On us the rulers doe the folcke depende;
    Hancelled[66] from erthe these Normanne[67] hyndes shalle bee;
    Lyche a battently[68] low[69], mie swerde shalle brende[70]; 50
    Lyche fallynge softe rayne droppes, I wyll hem[71] slea[72];
    Wee wayte too longe; our purpose wylle defayte[73];
  Aboune[74] the hyghe empryze[75], & rouze the champyones strayte.

GODDWYN.

Thie suster—­

HAROLDE.

                 Aye, I knowe, she is his queene. 
    Albeytte[76], dyd shee speeke her foemen[77] fayre, 55
    I wulde dequace[78] her comlie semlykeene[79],
    And foulde mie bloddie anlace[80] yn her hayre.

GODDWYN.

Thye fhuir[81] blyn[82].

HAROLDE.

                No, bydde the leathal[83] mere[84]
    Upriste[85] withe hiltrene[86] wyndes & cause unkend[87],
    Beheste[88] it to be lete[89]; so twylle appeare, 60
    Eere Harolde hyde hys name, his contries frende. 
    The gule-steynct[90] brygandyne[91], the adventayle[92],
  The feerie anlace[92] brede[93] shal make mie gare[94] prevayle.

  GODDWYN.

    Harolde, what wuldest doe?

  HAROLDE.