“By death of this braue prince,” quoth Memorie, “The English lost both fame and libertie, Too cruell were inexorable fates, On him so swiftly t’execute their hates: Yet with his brother _Alfred’s_ wofull end For tragicke act, his death may not contend, Who liues an exile all his infancie With his deare vncle, duke of Normandie, Whence he in riper yeares recall’d againe, Returning is betray’d, and on the plaine By Guilford towne his friends betray’d by night, Are tith’d to death by _Godwin_, that false knight, The prince is sent to Elie, where his eyne Being both put out, with hunger he doth pine, Till th’instruments of _Harrold’s_ tyrannie Do butcher him with barbarous crueltie, Who is the next in course, that must commend To thee, the maner of his wofull end: Let fame then call his mournefull ghost to tell The woes and vncouth death, which him befell.” ANOTHER ARGUMENT. Prince _Alfred_ summon’d, tells to Memorie His life, his death, and _Godwin’s_ treacherie. [Illustration] 1. Of all the sonnes of men, vnhappie fate With spight pursues the borne of high degree, Where tyrant wrong vsurpes the chaire of state The baser subiect sits from danger free, Wofull it is of royall birth to bee, Of which my woes a witnesse may remaine, Such tragicke woes no prince did ere sustaine. 2. Vp then (thou saddest of the sacred nine) Cause of sad sorow, neuer hadst thou more, Vp (rufull ghosts and shew some dolefull signe Of heauie griefe) powre out your teares in store, Cause of sad sorow neuer had yee more: And (thou) the pen-man of my historie Prepare sad verse for my sad tragedie. 3. I am that _Alfred_, famous Edmund’s brother, Who in the time of my minoritie Was by queene _Emma_ our beloued mother, Sent to mine vncle duke of Normandie, There to remaine safe from the enemie, While heere at home against the sonne of _Swaine_, My brother _Edmund_ battell did maintaine. 4. Who being slaine, as thou before didst heare, By treacherous _Edricke_ and his bloodie sonne, They for their fact a guerdon due did beare: For whereas praise by it they thought t’haue wonne Of king _Canute_, they both to death were done, Whose hands with blood, whose hearts with treason floe, Seldome in peace vnto the graue do goe. 5. Canute being seated on the English throne By ioynt consent of the nobilitie, To sit sole monarch in the same alone, Did daily seeke by wisdome’s policie, T’establish it to his posteritie, While I, and _Edward_ hight my elder brother, Did liue in exile with our wofull mother. 6.