HAROLDE.

    True, so wee sal doe best to lyncke the chayne,
    And alle attenes[134] the spreddynge kyngedomme bynde. 
    No crouched[135] champyone wythe an harte moe feygne 100
    Dyd yssue owte the hallie[136] swerde to fynde,
    Than I nowe strev to ryd mie londe of peyne. 
    Goddwyn, what thanckes owre laboures wylle enhepe! 
    I’lle ryse mie friendes unto the bloddie pleyne;
    I’lle wake the honnoure thatte ys now aslepe. 115
    When wylle the chiefes mete atte thie feastive halle,
  That I wythe voice alowde maie there upon ’em calle?

  GODDWYN.

    Next eve, mie sonne.

  HAROLDE.

    Nowe, Englonde, ys the tyme,
    Whan thee or thie felle foemens cause moste die. 
    Thie geason[137] wronges bee reyne[138] ynto theyre pryme; 120
    Nowe wylle thie sonnes unto thie succoure flie. 
    Alyche a storm egederinge[139] yn the skie,
    Tys fulle ande brasteth[140] on the chaper[141] grounde;
    Sycke shalle mie fhuirye on the Normans flie,
    And alle theyre mittee[142] menne be sleene[143] arounde. 125
    Nowe, nowe, wylle Harolde or oppressionne falle,
  Ne moe the Englyshmenne yn vayne for hele[144] shal calle.

  KYNGE EDWARDE AND HYS QUEENE.

  QUEENE.

    Botte, loverde[145], whie so manie Normannes here? 
    Mee thynckethe wee bee notte yn Englyshe londe. 
    These browded[146] straungers alwaie doe appere, 130
    Theie parte yor trone[147], and sete at your ryghte honde.

  KYNGE.

    Go to, goe to, you doe ne understonde: 
    Theie yeave mee lyffe and dyd mie bowkie[148] kepe;
    Theie dyd mee feeste, and did embowre[149] me gronde;
    To trete hem ylle wulde lette mie kyndnesse slepe. 135

  QUEENE.

    Mancas[150] you have yn store, and to them parte;
  Youre leege-folcke[151] make moke[152] dole[153], you have theyr worthe asterte[154].

  KYNGE.

    I heste[155] no rede of you.  I ken mie friendes. 
    Hallie[156] dheie are, fulle ready mee to hele[157]. 
    Theyre volundes[158] are ystorven[159] to self endes; 140
    No denwere[160] yn mie breste I of them fele: 
    I muste to prayers; goe yn, and you do wele;
    I muste ne lose the dutie of the daie;
    Go inne, go ynne, ande viewe the azure rele[161],
    Fulle welle I wote you have noe mynde toe praie. 145

  QUEENE.

    I leeve youe to doe hommage heaven-were[162];
    To serve yor leege-folcke toe is doeynge hommage there.

  KYNGE AND SYR HUGHE.

  KYNGE.

    Mie friende, Syr Hughe, whatte tydynges brynges thee here?

  HUGHE.

    There is no mancas yn mie loverdes ente[163];
    The hus dyspense[164] unpaied doe appere; 150
    The laste receivure[165] ys eftesoones[166] dispente[167].