The Tragedie of Richard D. of
809667War. Nor now my
scandall
Richard do
st thou heare,
810668For thou
shalt know that this right hand of mine,
811669Can plucke the Diadem from faint
Henries head,
812670And wring the awefull
scepter from his
fist:
813671Were he as famous and as bold in warre,
814672As he is famde for mildne
sse, peace and praier.
815673Rich. I know it well Lord
Warwike blame me not,
816674Twas loue I bare thy glories made me
speake.
817675But in this troublous time, whats to be done?
818676Shall we go throw away our coates of
steele,
819677And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes,
820678Numbring our
Auemaries with our beades?
821679Or
shall we on the helmets of our foes,
822680Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes?
823681If for the la
st saie
I, and to it Lords.
824682War. Why therefore
Warwike came to
find you out,
825683And therefore comes my brother
Montague.
826684Attend me Lords, the proud in
sulting Queene,
827685With
Clifford and the haught
Northumberland,
828686And of their feather manie mo proud birdes,
829687Haue wrought the ea
sie melting king like waxe.
830688He
sware con
sent to your
succe
ssion,
831689His oath inrolled in the Parliament.
832690But now to London all the crew are gone,
833691To fru
strate his oath or what be
sides
834692May make again
st the hou
se of
Lancaster.
835693Their power
I ge
sse them
fifty thou
sand
strong.
836694Now if the helpe of
Norffolke and my
selfe,
837695Can but amount to 48. thou
sand,
838696With all the friendes that thou braue earle of
March,
839697Among the louing Wel
shmen can
st procure,
Why