2884 Qu. Great Lords, wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse,

2885But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes.

2886What though the Mast be now blowne ouer-boord,

2887The Cable broke, the holding-Anchor lost,

2888And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood?

2889Yet liues our Pilot still. Is't meet, that hee

2890Should leaue the Helme, and like a fearefull Lad,

2891With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea,

2892And giue more strength to that which hath too much,

2893Whiles in his moane, the Ship splits on the Rock,

2894Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd?

2895Ah what a shame, ah what a fault were this.

2896Say Warwicke was our Anchor: what of that?

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2897And Mountague our Top-Mast: what of him?

2898Our slaught'red friends, the Tackles: what of these?

2899Why is not Oxford here, another Anchor?

2900And Somerset, another goodly Mast?

2901The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings?

2902And though vnskilfull, why not Ned and I,

2903For once allow'd the skilfull Pilots Charge?

2904We will not from the Helme, to sit and weepe,

2905But keepe our Course (though the rough Winde say no)

2906From Shelues and Rocks, that threaten vs with Wrack.

2907As good to chide the Waues, as speake them faire.

2908And what is Edward, but a ruthlesse Sea?

2909What Clarence, but a Quick-sand of Deceit?

2910And Richard, but a raged fatall Rocke?

2911All these, the Enemies to our poore Barke.

2912Say you can swim, alas 'tis but a while:

2913Tread on the Sand, why there you quickly sinke,

2914Bestride the Rock, the Tyde will wash you off,

2915Or else you famish, that's a three-fold Death.

2916This speake I (Lords) to let you vnderstand,

2917If case some one of you would flye from vs,

2918That there's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers,

2919More then with ruthlesse Waues, with Sands and Rocks.

2920Why courage then, what cannot be auoided,

2921'Twere childish weakenesse to lament, or feare.

2922Prince. Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit,

2923Should, if a Coward heard her speake these words,

2924Infuse his Breast with Magnanimitie,

2925And make him, naked, foyle a man at Armes.

2926I speake not this, as doubting any here:

2927For did I but suspect a fearefull man,

2928He should haue leaue to goe away betimes,

2929Least in our need he might infect another,

2930And make him of like spirit to himselfe.

2931If any such be here, as God forbid,

2932Let him depart, before we neede his helpe.

2933Oxf. Women and Children of so high a courage,

2934And Warriors faint, why 'twere perpetuall shame.

2935Oh braue young Prince: thy famous Grandfather

2936Doth liue againe in thee; long may'st thou liue,

2937To beare his Image, and renew his Glories.

2938Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope,

2939Goe home to Bed, and like the Owle by day,

2940If he arise, be mock'd and wondred at.

2941Qu. Thankes gentle Somerset, sweet Oxford thankes.

2942 Prince. And take his thankes, that yet hath nothing

2943else.

2945Mess. Prepare you Lords, for Edward is at hand,

2946Readie to fight: therefore be resolute.

2947Oxf. I thought no lesse: it is his Policie,

2948To haste thus fast, to finde vs vnprouided.

2949Som. But hee's deceiu'd, we are in readinesse.

2950 Qu. This cheares my heart, to see your forwardnesse.

2951 Oxf. Here pitch our Battaile, hence we will not budge.

2954 Edw. Braue followers, yonder stands the thornie Wood,

2955Which by the Heauens assistance, and your strength,

2956Must by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night.

2957I need not adde more fuell to your fire,

2958For well I wot, ye blaze, to burne them out:

2959Giue signall to the fight, and to it Lords.

2960 Qu. Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I should say,

2961My teares gaine-say: for euery word I speake,

2962Ye see I drinke the water of my eye.

2963Therefore no more but this: Henry your Soueraigne

2964Is Prisoner to the Foe, his State vsurp'd,

2965His Realme a slaughter-house, his Subiects slaine,

2966His Statutes cancell'd, and his Treasure spent:

2967And yonder is the Wolfe, that makes this spoyle.

2968You fight in Iustice: then in Gods Name, Lords,

2969Be valiant, and giue signall to the fight.