The Tragedie of Richard D. of
749605For chaire, and dukedome, Throne and kingdome
saie:
750606For either that is thine, or el
se thou wert not his?
751607Enter the Earle of Warwike, Montague, with 752608 drum, ancient, and souldiers. 753609War. How now faire Lords: what fare? what
755611Rich. Ah
Warwike?
should we report the balefull
756612Newes, and at each words deliuerance
stab poinyardes
757613In our
fle
sh till all were told, the words would adde
758614More angui
sh then the wounds.
759615Ah valiant Lord the Duke of
Yorke is
slaine.
760616Edw. Ah
Warwike Warwike, that
Plantagenet,
761617Which held thee deere: I, euen as his
soules redemption,
762618Is by the
sterne
L. Clifford, done to death.
763619War. Ten daies a go I drownd tho
se newes in teares.
764620And now to adde more mea
sure to your woes,
765621I come to tell you things
since then befalne.
766622After the bloudie fraie at
Wakefield fought,
767623Where your braue father breath'd his late
st ga
spe,
768624Tidings as
swi
flie as the po
st could runne,
769625Was brought me of your lo
sse, and his departure.
770626I then in London keeper of the
King,
771627Mu
stred my
souldiers, gathered
flockes of friends,
628And verie vvell appointed as I thought,
772629Marcht to
saint
Albons to entercept the
Queene,
773630Bearing the
King in my behalfe along,
774631For by my
scoutes I was aduerti
sed,
775632That
she was comming, with a full intent
776633To da
sh your late decree in parliament,
777634Touching king
Henries heires and your
succe
ssion.
778635Short tale to make, we at Saint
Albons met,
Our