431430And make vs wade euen in our kinreds bloud;

432431Therefore we banish you our territories:

433432You cousin Hereford vpon paine of life,

434433Til twice fiue summers haue enricht our fields,

435434Shall not regreete our faire dominions,

436435But treade the stranger paths of banishment.

437436Bul. Your will be done; this must my comfort be,

438437That Sunne that warmes you here, shall shine on me,

439438And those his golden beames to you heere lent,

440439Shall point on me, and guilde my banishment.

441440King Norfolke, for thee remaines a heauier doome,

442441Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce,

443442The slie slow houresshall not determinate

444443The datelesse limite of thy deere exile,

445444The hoplesse word of neuerto returne,

446445Breathe I against thee, vpon paine of life.

447446Mowb. A heauy sentence, my most soueraigne Liege,

448447And all vnlookt for from your Highnesse mouth,

449448A deerer merit not so deepe a maime,

450449As to be cast forth in the common ayre

451450Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands:

452451The language I haue learnt these forty yeeres,.

453452My natiue English now I must forgo,

454453And now my tongues vse is to me, no more

455454Than an vnstringed violl or a harpe,

456455Or like a cunning instrument casde vp,

457456Or being open, put into his hands

458457That knowes no touch to tune the harmonie:

459458Within my mouth you haue engaold my tongue,

460459Doubly portculist with my teeth and lippes,

461460And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance

462461Is made my Gaoler to attend on me:

463462I am too olde to fawne vpon a nurse,

464463Too far in yeeres to be a pupill now,

465464What is thy sentence but speechlesse death?

466465Which robbes my tongue from breathing natiue breath.

467466King It bootes thee not to be compassionate,