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: