Of which that I a Mirrour be, giue eare,
And in thy mind my fatall storie beare.
3.
I am that Godwin, sometimes earle of Kent,
Who with king Harrold did conspire to shed
Prince Alfred’s blood, which I too late repent:
For whereas I vpon the glorious bed
Of spotlesse honor, might haue laid my hed,
This one blacke deed of my false treacherie,
Doth brand my name with spot of infamie.