The Tragedie of Richard D. of
519419Tis warres pri
se to take all aduantages,
520420And ten to one, is no impeach in warres.
521422Cliff. I, I,
so
striues the Woodcocke with the gin.
523423North. So doth the cunnie
struggle with the net.
525424York. So triumphs theeues vpon their conquered
526425Bootie: So true men yeeld by robbers ouermatcht.
527426North. What will your grace haue done with him?
529427Queen. Braue warriors
Clifford &
Northumberland 530428Come make him
stand vpon this molehill here,
531429That aimde at mountaines with out
stretched arme,
532430And parted but the
shaddow with his hand.
534431Was it you that reuelde in our Parlement,
535432And made a prechment of your high de
scent?
536433Where are your me
sse of
sonnes to backe you now?
537434The wanton
Edward, and the lu
stie
George?
538435Or where is that valiant
Crookbackt prodegie?
539436Dickey your boy, that with his grumbling voice,
540437Was wont to cheare his Dad in mutinies?
541438Or among
st the re
st, where is your darling
Rutland?
542439Looke
Yorke? I dipt this napkin in the bloud,
543440That valiant
Clifford with his rapiers point,
544441Made i
ssue from the bo
some of thy boy.
545442And if thine eies can water for his death,
546443I giue thee this to drie thy cheeks withall.
547444Alas poore
Yorke: But that I hate thee much,
548445I should lament thy mi
serable
state?
549446I prethee greeue to make me merrie
Yorke?
554447Stamp, raue and fret, that I maie
sing and dance.
550448What: hath thy
fierie hart
so parcht thine entrailes,
551449That not a teare can fall for
Rutlands death?
Thon