I do pronounce before you all, The Duke of Hereford hearing that, The Term of Traytor, truthless Duke, And therefore, if it please your Grace I do not doubt but plainly prove, The King did grant this juft Request, At Coventry, in August next, This Combat fought should be. The Dukes on fundry Steeds full ftout, The The King then caft his Wardens down, And with his Lords he Counsel took, At length unto thefe Noble Dukes Sir Henry Bolingbroke, this Day, And having, in honourable Sort, Repaired to this Place; Our Noble King, for special Cause, Firft, Henry Duke of Hereford, Shall part the Realm on Pain of Death, And Thomas Duke of Norfolk, now, And thereof no good Proof can bring ; By Judgment of our Sovereign Lord, For evermore I banish thee Out of thy Native Land. Charging thee, on Pain of Death, Thus they were fworn before the King, The one fhould never come in Place Then both the Dukes, with heavy Hearts, Their uncouth Streams of froward Chance The Duke of Norfolk coming then Now let me figh and fob my Fill, That inward Pangs with Speed may burst Oh curfed Man! whofe loathed Life Whofe Company is clean defpis'd, Now take thy Leave, and last Adieu, Which never more thou must behold, Now Now happy should I count my felf, Or that by Neptune's wrathful Rage, Whilst that sweet England's pleasant Banks How sweet a Scent hath English Ground Within my Senses now? How fair unto my outward Sight Seems ev'ry Branch and Bough? The Fields and Flow'rs, the Streets and Stones, Seem fuch unto my Mind, That in all other Countries, fure, The like I ne're shall find. O that the Sun, with fhining Face, And that the true-performing Tide That by the Fountain of my Eyes That I might grave my grievous Plaint But Time, I fee, with Eagle's Wings And dusky Clouds begin to dim The fatal Hour draweth on, The Mariners have hoisted Sail, Wherefore, Farewel for evermore, O England, here I kifs the Ground. This being faid, away he went And at the length, thro' Grief of Heart, The Noble Duke, in doleful Sort, Did lead his Life in France; And, at the laft, the mighty Lord Did him full high advance. The |