44.
Beneath the sway of my securefull power
I from the king my guilt did long conceale
Of Alfred’s death, vntill that fatall houre,
When fate appointed did my soule appeale,
And in my death my bloodie deed reueale:
Blood for due vengeance neuer calls in vaine,
Heau’n will reuenge, when we remisse remaine.
45.
Once sitting at the table with the king,