13041316Fall to the ba
se earth from the
firmament,
13051317Thy
sunne
sets weeping in the lowly we
st,
13061318Witne
ssing
stormes to come, wo, and vnre
st,
13071319Thy friends are
fled to wait vpon thy foes,
13081320And cro
sly to thy good all fortune goes.
13101321Enter Duke of Hereford, Yorke, Northumberland, 13141324Bu
shie and Greene, I will not vex your
soules,
13151325Since pre
sently your
soules mu
st part your bodies
13161326With too much vrging your pernitious liues,
13171327For twere no charitie; yet to wa
sh your bloud
13181328From o
ff my hands, heere in the view of men
13191329I will vnfold
some cau
ses of your deaths:
13201330You haue mi
sled a Prince, a royall King,
13211331A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments,
13221332By you vnhappied, and di
sfigured cleane,
13231333You haue in manner with your
sinfull houres
13241334Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him,
13251335Broke the po
sse
ssion of a royall bed,
13261336And
stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes
13271337With teares, drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs,
13281338My
selfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth,
13291339Neere to the King in bloud, and neere in loue,
13301340Till you did make him mi
sinterpret me,
13311341Haue
stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries,
13321342And
sigh't my Engli
sh breath in forren cloudes,
13331343Eating the bitter bread of bani
shment,
13341344Whil
st you haue fed vpon my
segniories,
13351345Di
sparkt my parkes, and felld my forre
st woods,
13361346From my owne windowes torne my hou
shold coate,
13371347Rac't out my impree
se, leauing me no
signe,
13381348Saue mens
opinions, and my liuing bloud,
13391349To
shew the world I am a gentleman.
13401350This and much more, much more then twice all this
13411351Condemns you to the death:
see them deliuered ouer
13421352To execution and the hand of death.
Bushie