HAVELOK TELLS HER HIS STRANGE DREAM.
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“Goldborough, be not sad.
“Goldeborw, lat þi sorwe be,
For hauelok, þat haueþ spuset þe,
He[62] kinges sone, and kinges eyr,
Þat bikenneth þat croiz so fayr.
It[63] bikenneth more, þat he shal
Denemark hauen, and englond al;
Havelok shall be a king,
He shal ben king strong and stark