The second part of
10295Staying no longer que
stion.
Earle Ha? againe,
10496Said he, yong Harry Percies
spur was cold,
10597Of Hot-
spurre, Cold-
spurre, that rebellion
10799Bard. My lord, Ile tell you what,
108100If my yong Lord your
sonne, haue not the day,
109101Vpon mine honor for a
silken point,
110102Ile giue my Barony, neuer talke of it.
111103Earle Why
should that gentleman that rode by Trauers,
112104Giue then
such in
stances of lo
sse?
114106He was
some hilding fellow that had
stolne
115107The hor
se he rode on, and vpon my life
116108Spoke at a venter. Looke, here comes more news.
enter Mor-ton 118109Earle Yea this mans brow, like to a title leafe,
119110Foretells the nature of a tragicke volume,
120111So lookes the
strond, whereon the imperious
floud,
121112Hath left a witne
st v
surpation.
122113Say Mourton, did
st thou come from Shrewsbury?
123114Mour. I ranne from Shrewsbury my noble lord,
124115Where hatefull death put on his vglie
st maske,
126117Earle How doth my
sonne and brother?
127118Thou tremble
st, and the whitenes in thy cheeke,
128119Is apter then thy tongue to tell thy arrand,
129120Euen
such a man,
so faint,
so
spirritle
sse,
130121So dull,
so dead in looke,
so woe begon,
131122Drew Priams curtaine in the dead of night,
132123And would haue told him, halfe his Troy was burnt:
133124But Priam found the
fier, ere he, his tongue,
134125And I, my Percies death, ere thou report
st it.
135126This thou would
st say, Your
son did thus and thus,
136127Your brother thus:
so fought the noble Dowglas,
137128Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deedes,
138129But in the end, to
stop my eare indeed,
139130Thou ha
st a
sigh to blow away this prai
se,
140131Ending with brother,
sonne, and all are dead.
Mour.