361356Of you (my noble cou
sin) Lord Aumarle,
362357Not
sicke although I haue to do with death,
363358But lu
sty, yong and cheerely drawing breth:
364359Loe, as at Engli
sh fea
sts
so I regreet
365360The daintie
st la
st, to make the end mo
st sweet.
366361Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud,
367362Who
se youthfull
spirite in me regenerate
368363Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp,
369364To reach at Vi
ctory aboue my head:
370365Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers,
371366And with thy ble
ssings
steele my launces point,
372367That it may enter Mowbraies waxen cote.
373368And furbi
sh new the name of
Iohn a Gaunt,
374369Euen in the lu
stie hauiour of his
sonne.
375370Gaunt. God in thy good cau
se make thee pro
sperous,
376371Be
swift like lightning in the execution,
377372And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,
378373Fall like amaZing thunder on the caske
379374Of thy aduer
se pernitious enemy,
380375Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud, be valiant and liue
. 381376Bul. Mine innocence and
saint George to thriue
. 382377Mowb. How euer God or Fortune ca
st my lot,
383378There liues or dies true to King Richards throne,
384379A loyall, iu
st, and vpright Gentleman:
385380Neuer did captiue with a freer heart
386381Ca
st o
ff his chaines of bondagee, and embrace
387382His golden vncontrould enfranchi
sment,
388383More than my dauncing
soule doth celebrate
389384This fea
st of battle with mine aduer
sarie,
390385Mo
st mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,
391386Take from my mouth the wi
sh of
happy yeeres,
392387As gentle, and as iocund as to ie
st 393388Go I to
fight, truth hath a quiet bre
st.
394389King. Farewell (my Lord)
securely I e
spie,
395390Vertue with Valour couched in thine eie,
396391Order the triall Martiall, and beginne.
397392Mart. Harry of Herford, Lanca
ster and Darby,
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