10751094All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at
sixe and
seauen.
1095 Exeunt Duke, Qu man. Bush. Green. 10761096Bush. The winde
sits faire for newes to go for Ireland,
10771097But none returnes. For vs to leuie power
10781098Proportionable to the enemy is all vnpo
ssible.
10791099Gree. Be
sides our neerenes to the King in loue,
10801100Is neare the hate of tho
se loue not the King.
10811101Bag. And that is the wauering commons, for their loue
10821102Lies in their pur
ses, and who
so empties them,
10831103By
so much
fils their hearts with deadly hate.
10841104Bush. Wherein the King
stands generally condemnd.
10851105Bag. If iudgment lie in them, then
so do we,
10861106Becau
se we euer haue beene neere the King.
10871107Gree. Well I will for refuge
straight to Bri
st. Ca
stle,
10881108The Earle of Wilt
shire is already there.
10891109Bush. Thither will I with you, for little of
fice
10901110Will the hatefull commons perfourme for vs,
10911111Except like curs to teare vs all to pieces:
10931113Bag. No, I will to Ireland to his Maie
sty,
10941114Farewell if hearts pre
sages be not vaine,
10951115We three here part that nere
shall meete againe
. 10961116Bush. Thats as Yorke thriues to beat backe Bullingbrook.
10971117Gree. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes,
10981118Is numbring
sands, and drinking Oceans drie,
10991119Where one on his
side
fights, thou
sands will
flie:
11001120Farewell
at once, for once, for all, and euer.
11011121Bush. Well, we may meete againe.
11041123 Enter Hereford, Northumberland. 11061124Bull. How far is it my Lord to Barckly now?
11081126I am a
stranger here in Gloce
ster
shire,
11091127The
se high wild hils and rough vneuen waies,
11101128Drawes out our miles and makes them weari
some,
11111129And yet your faire di
scour
se hath beene as
sugar,
11121130Making the hard way
sweete and dele
ctable,
But
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