30742169Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke so hard?

30762170Hen. I my good Lord. Lord I should saie rather,

30772171Tis sinne to flatter, good was little better,

30782172Good Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike,

30842173What scene of Death hath Rosius now to act?

30852174Glo. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.

30862175Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bush,

30892176And I the haplesse maile to one poore birde,

30902177Haue now the fatall obiect in mine eie,

30912178Where my poore young was limde, was caught & kild.

30922179Glo. Why, what a foole was that of Creete?

30932180That taught his sonne the office

30942181Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore

2182Fowle was drownde.

30952183Hen. I Dedalus, my poore sonne Icarus,

30962184Thy father Minos that denide our course,

30982185Thy brother Edward, the sunne that searde his wings,

30992186And thou the enuious gulfe that swallowed him.

31002187Oh better can my brest abide thy daggers point,

31012188Then can mine eares that tragike historie.

31042189Glo. Why dost thou thinke I am an executioner?

31052190Hen. A persecutor I am sure thou art,

31062191And if murdering innocents be executions,

31072192Then I know thou art an executioner.

31082193Glo. Thy sonne I kild for his presumption.

31092194Hen. Hadst thou bin kild when first thou didst presume,

31102195Thou hadst not liude to kill a sonne of mine,

31112196And thus I prophesie of thee.

31122197That manie a Widdow for her husbands death,

31132198And many an infants water standing eie,

31142199Widowes for their husbands, children for their fathers,

31162200Shall curse the time that euer thou wert borne.

31172201The owle shrikt at thy birth, an euill signe,

31192202The night Crow cride, aboding lucklesse tune,

31202203Dogs howld and hideous tempests shooke down trees,

31212204The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top,

31222205And chattering Pies in dismall discord sung,

31232206Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,

31242207And yet brought forth lesse then a mothers hope,

31252208To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,

31262209Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree,

31272210Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne,

31282211To signifie thou camst to bite the world,

31292212And if the rest be true that I haue heard

31302213Thou camst into the world He stabs him.

31322214Glo. Die prophet in thy speech, Ile heare

31332215No more, for this amongst the rest, was I ordainde.

31342216Hen.I and for much more slaughter after this.

31352217O God forgiue my sinnes, and pardon thee. He dies.

31362218Glo. What? will the aspiring bloud of Lancaster

31372219Sinke into the ground, I had thought it would haue

2220mounted,

31382221See how my sward weepes for the poore kings death.

31392222Now maie such purple teares be alwaies shed,

31402223For such as seeke the downefall of our house.

31422224If anie sparke of life remaine in thee,

2226Downe, downe to hell, and saie I sent thee thither.

31442227I that haue neither pittie, loue nor feare.

31452228Indeed twas true that Henry told me of,

31462229For I haue often heard my mother saie,

31472230That I came into the world with my legs forward,

31482231And had I not reason thinke you to make hast,

31492232And seeke their ruines that vsurpt our rights?

31502233The women wept and the midwife cride,

31512234O Iesus blesse vs, he is borne with teeth.

31522235And so I was indeed, which plainelie signifide,

31532236That I should snarle and bite, and plaie the dogge.

31542237Then since Heauen hath made my bodie so,

31552238Let hell make crookt my mind to answere it.

31562239I had no father, I am like no father,

31572240I haue no brothers, I am like no brothers,

2241And this word Loue which graybeards tearme diuine,

31582242Be resident in men like one another,

31592243And not in me, I am my selfe alone,

31602244Clarence beware, thou keptst me from the light

31612245But I will sort a pitchte daie for thee.

31622246For I will buz abroad such prophesies,

31632247As Edward shall be fearefull of his life,

31642248And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death.

31652249Henry and his sonne are gone, thou Clarence next,

31662250And by one and one I will dispatch the rest,

31672251Counting my selfe but bad, till I be best.

31682252Ile drag thy bodie in another roome.

31692253And triumph Henry in thy daie of doome.