1244What would you haue me doe? I am a Subiect,

1245And challenge Law: Attorneyes are deny'd me;

1246And therefore personally I lay my claime

1247To my Inheritance of free Discent.

1248North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd.

1249Ross. It stands your Grace vpon, to doe him right.

1250Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great.

1251York. My Lords of England, let me tell you this,

1252I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs,

1253And labour'd all I could to doe him right:

1254But in this kind, to come in brauing Armes,

1255Be his owne Caruer, and cut out his way,

1256To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be;

1257And you that doe abett him in this kind,

1258Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all.

1259North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is

1260But for his owne; and for the right of that,

1261Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd,

1262And let him neu'r see Ioy, that breakes that Oath.

1263York. Well, well, I see the issue of these Armes,

1264I cannot mend it, I must needes confesse,

1265Because my power is weake, and all ill left:

1266But if I could, by him that gaue me life,

1267I would attach you all, and make you stoope

1268Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King.

1269But since I cannot, be it knowne to you,

1270I doe remaine as Neuter. So fare you well,

1271Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle,

1272And there repose you for this Night.

1273Bull. An offer Vnckle, that wee will accept:

1274But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs

1275To Bristow Castle, which they say is held

1276By Bushie, Bagot, and their Complices,

1277The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth,

1278Which I haue sworne to weed, and plucke away.

1279York. It may be I will go with you: but yet Ile pawse,

1280For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes:

1281Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are,

1282Things past redresse, are now with me past care. Exeunt.

1285Capt. My Lord of Salisbury, we haue stayd ten dayes,

1286And hardly kept our Countreymen together,

1287And yet we heare no tidings from the King;

1288Therefore we will disperse our selues: farewell.

1289Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman,

1290The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.

1291Capt. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not stay;

1292The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd,

1293And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen;

1294The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth,

1295And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change;

1296Rich men looke sad, and Ruffians dance and leape,

1297The one in feare, to loose what they enioy,

1298The other to enioy by Rage, and Warre:

1299These signes fore-run the death of Kings.

1300Farewell, our Countreymen are gone and fled,

1301As well assur'd Richard their King is dead. Exit.

1302Sal. Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind,

1303I see thy Glory, like a shooting Starre,

1304Fall to the base Earth, from the Firmament:

1305Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West,

1306Witnessing Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnrest:

1307Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes,

1308And crossely to thy good, all fortune goes. Exit.

1313Bull. Bring forth these men:

1314Bushie and Greene, I will not vex your soules,

1315(Since presently your soules must part your bodies)

1316With too much vrging your pernitious liues,

1317For 'twere no Charitie: yet to wash your blood

1318From off my hands, here in the view of men,

1319I will vnfold some causes of your deaths.

1320You haue mis-led a Prince, a Royall King,

1321A happie Gentleman in Blood, and Lineaments,

1322By you vnhappied, and disfigur'd cleane:

1323You haue in manner with your sinfull houres

1324Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him,

1325Broke the possession of a Royall Bed,

1326And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes,

1327With teares drawn frõ her eyes, with your foule wrongs.

1328My selfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth,

1329Neere to the King in blood, and neere in loue,

1330Till you did make him mis-interprete me,

1331Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries,

1332And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds,

1333Eating the bitter bread of banishment;

1334While you haue fed vpon my Seignories,

1335Dis-park'd my Parkes, and fell'd my Forrest Woods;

1336From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat,

1337Raz'd out my Impresse, leauing me no signe,

1338Saue mens opinions, and my liuing blood,915

1339To shew the World I am a Gentleman.

1340This, and much more, much more then twice all this,

1341Condemnes you to the death: see them deliuered ouer

1342To execution, and the hand of death.

1343Bushie. More welcome is the stroake of death to me,

1344Then Bullingbrooke to England.

1345Greene. My comfort is, that Heauen will take our soules,

1346And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell.

1347Bull. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd:

1348Vnckle, you say the Queene is at your House,

1349For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated,

1350Tell her I send to her my kind commends;

1351Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd.

1352York. A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd

1353With Letters of your loue, to her at large.

1354Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle: come Lords away,

1355To fight with Glendoure, and his Complices;

1356A while to worke, and after holliday.