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Bulb. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
Then Bullingbrooke to England : lords farewell *.

Greene. My comfort is, that heáuen will take our soules,
And plague iniustice with the paines of hell.

Bul. My lord Northumberland, see them dispatcht:
Vnckle, you say, the queene is at your house,
Gor Gods + fake fairelie let her be entreated,
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends;
Take fpeciall care my greetings be deliuered.

Yorke. A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht
With letters of your loue to her at large.

Bull. Thanks (gentle vnckle :) come lords, away,
To fight with Glendor and his complices,
A while to worke, and after holiday.

Exeunt.

Enter the king, Aumerle, Carlile, &c.
King. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand?

du. Yea my lord; how brook's your grace the ayre
After your late toffing on the breaking seas?

King. Needs must I like it well, I weepe for ioy,
To stand vpon my kingdcme once againe
Deare earth, I doe falute thee with my hand,
Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofes :
As a long parted mother with her child, .
Plaies fondlie with her teares, and smiles in meeting :
So weeping, smiling, greet I thee my tt earth,
And doe thee fauour with my royall hands,
Feede not thy foueraignes foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rauenous fence,
But let thy spiders, that sucke vp thy venome,
And heavie gated toads lie in their way,
Dooing annoyance to the trecherous feete,
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Which with vsurping steps do trample thee :
Yeeld stinging nettles to mine enemies :
And when they from my * bosome plucke a flower,
Guard it I pray thee with a lurking adder,
Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch,
Throw death vpon thy soueraignes enemies :
Mocke not my fendesse coniuration lords :
This earth Mall haue a feeling, and these stones
Prooue armed souldiers ere her natiue king
Shall falter vnder foule rebellious armes.

Carl. Feare not my lord, that power that made you king,
Hath power to keepe you king in spite of all;
+ The meanes that beauens yeeld must be imbrac't
And not negleciei. Else heauen would,
And we would I not ; heauens offer, we refuse
The pooffered || meanes of succours and redrese.

Aum. He meanes, my lord, that we are too remisse,
Whilft Bullingbrooke, through our g securitie,
Growes strong and great in substance and in power tt.

King. Discomfortable coolin, knowlt thou not,
That when the searching eie of heauen is hid
Behind the globe that lights the lower world,
Then theeues and robbers range abroade vnseene,
In murthers, and in outrage bloodie heere.
But when from vnder his #1 terrestrial ball,
He fires the proud tops of the easterne pines,
And darts his light $through euery guilty hole;
Then murders, treasons, and detested finnes,
The cloake of night being pluckt from off their backes,
Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues :
So when this thiefe, this traitour Bullingbrooke,

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Who all this while hath reueld in the night,
|| Whilst we were wandring with the Antipodes,
Shall see vs rising in our throne the east,
His treasons will fit blushing in his face,
Not able to endure the sight of day,
But felfe affrighted, trembled * at his finne,
Not all the water in the rough rude sea,
Can wath the balme of + from an annoynted king.
The breath of worldly men can cannot depose
The deputy elected by the Lord,
For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest
To lift shrewd steele against our golden crowne,
God I for his Richard hath in heauenly pay,
Å glorious angel : then if angels fight,
Weake men must fall, for heauen still guards the right.

Enter Salisb.

King. Welcome my lord: how farre off lies your power ?

Salisb. Nor neere, nor farthar off, my gracious lord :
Than this weake arme ; discomfort guides my tongue.
And bids me speake of nothing but despaire,
One day too late, I feare, my noble lord
Hath clouded all thy S happy daies on earth,
O call backe yesterday, bid time returne,
And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men:
To day, to day, vnhappy day, too late,
Ouerthrowes thy ioyes, friends, fortune, and thy state:
For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead,
Are gone to Bullingbrocke, disperst, and Red.

Aum Comfort, my liege, why lookes your grace fo pale **?

King. But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are Aed : || This line is omitted in the edition in 1634.

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And till so much blood thither come againe,
Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead?
All foules that will be safe, flie from my side,
For time hath fet a blot vpon my pride.

Aum. Comfort, my liege, remember who you are.

King. I had forgot my felfe, am I not king? Awake thou coward ", maieftie thou seepest, Is not the kings name twenty + thousand names ? Arme, arme, my name a puny subiect strikes At thy great glory, looke not to the ground, Yee fauourites of a king, are we not high? High be our thoughts, I know my vncle Yorke Hath power enough to serue our turne: but who comes here?

Enter Scroope.
Scroope. More health and happinesse betide my liege,
Then can my care tunde tongue deliver him.

King. Mine eare is open, and my heart prepard,
The worst is worldly losse thou canst unfold.
Say, is my kingdome lost? why twas my care,
And what losse is it to be rid of care ?
Striues Bullingbrooke to be as great as wee?
Greater he shall not be: if he ferue God,
Weele ferue him too, and be his fellow so.
Reuolt our subiects ? that we cannot mend,
They breake their faith to God as well as vs :
Crie woe, destruction, ruine, and I decay,
The worst is death, and death will haue his day.

Scroo. Glad am I, that your highnelle is so armd
To beare the tidings of calamitie,
Like an vnseasonable stormie day,
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As if the world were all dissolud to teares,
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So high aboue his limits (wels the rage
Of Bullingbrooke, couering your fearefull land
With hard bright steele, and hearts harder then steele ?
White beards * haue armd their thinne and hairelesse scalps
Against thy maiestie: and boyes with womens voyces
Striue to speake bigge, and clap their female ioynts
In stiffe vnwildie armes, against thy crowne,
Thy very beads-men learne to bend their browes to
Of double fatall zoe against thy state.
Yea distaffe women mannage rustie billes ;
Against thy feate both young and old rebell,
And all goes worse then I haue power to tell.

King. To || well, to || well thou tellt a tale so ill.
Where is the earle of Wiltshire? where is Bagot?
What is become of Bufbie? where is Greene?
That they haue let the dangerous enemie
Measure our confines with such peacefull steps.
If we preuaile, their heads g shall pay for it:
I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke.

Scro. Peace haue they made with him indeed my lord.

King. Oh villaines, vipers, damnd without redemption,
Dogs easily wonne to fawne on any man.
Snakes in my heart blood warmd, that sting my heart;
Three Iudases, each one thrice worse then Iudas,
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Scro. Sweet Toue's g § (I see) changing : his property
Turnes to the lowrest and most deadlie hate.
Againe vncurse their soules, their peace is made
With head, and not with hands, those whom you curse
Haue felt the worst of deaths destroying wound II,
And lie full low grau'd in the hollow ground.
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