876729Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord?

877730King. Euen as the rockes please them that feare their

731wracke.

879732Withhold reuenge deare God, tis not my fault,

880733Nor wittinglie haue I infringde my vow.

881734Clif. My gratious Lord, this too much lenitie,

882735And harmefull pittie must be laid aside,

883736To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes?

884737Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den.

885738Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke?

886739Not his that spoiles his young before his face.

887740Whose scapes the lurking serpentes mortall sting?

888741Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe.

889742The smallest worme will turne being troden on,

890743And Doues will pecke, in rescue of their broode.

891744Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne,

892745Thou smiling, while he knit his angrie browes.

893746He but a Duke, would haue his sonne a king,

894747And raise his issue like a louing sire.

895748Thou being a king blest with a goodlie sonne,

896749Didst giue consent to disinherit him,

897750Which argude thee a most vnnaturall father.

898751Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong,

899752And though mans face be fearefull to their eies,

900753Yet in protection of their tender ones,

901754Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings

902755Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight,

903756Make warre with him, that climes vnto their nest,

904757Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence?

905758For shame my Lord, make them your president,

906759Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy,