Then did I looke, when death would at the doore Come in, to sease my life with violent hand: My chamber shooke, my hart gan tremble sore, And as in horror I did silent stand, Vp flew the doores, in rusht an armed band, Who laid rude hands on me in spightfull hate, Without respect vnto my princelie state. 36. But when Aurora left her Tython’s bed, And through each part of heau’n disperst her light, My Norman friends fast bound in bands were led To Guilford downe, to whom in dolefull plight None gaue releefe, false _Godwin_ tooke delight With sight of their sad death his eyes to feed: Such sight would cause the hardest hart to bleed. 37. By casting lots they were ordain’d for death: Of ten, still nine did beare the bitter fate, And in strange torture did expire their breath: The tenth reseru’d did liue in wretched state Of bondage, till the day of finall date: And thus six hundred vnto death being done, All faithfull friends did my sad fall forerun. 38. My friends thus slain, through couert shades of night, That none to my abode might priuie be, Conuey’d I was to th’ile of Elie hight, There to abide, till _Harrold_ did decree, What kinde of death from thrall should set me free: Where I with care consum’d for death did call Vntill a fate far worse then death did fall. 39. Then cause thy muse with me to mourne her fill, And all yee nightlie birds, that do appeare, As gastly signes, shrieke out your deadlie ill, Let all that wofull is and voide of cheere, That may augment my dole, to me draw neere, And helpe me with their vncouth companie To tune the song of my sad tragedie. 40. Despoil’d by foes of all my princelie state, And lockt in dungeon deepe from sight of heauen, Sweete dame delight, with whom I liu’d of late, Farre from my sad abode away was driuen, And carefull sorrow for companion giuen: The youthfull spring of my delight was done, And winter’s state now in my youth begun. 41. And with the winter of my woes begun The frostie seasons winter bore apart, Whose vnkinde cold did through my bodie run, While gnawing hunger to increase my smart, For want of foode did feed vpon my hart: Thus I with cold and hunger long foreworne, Did nought but mourning pine and pining mourne. 42.