884908Rosse No good at all that I can doe for him,

885909Vnlesse you call it good to pitty him,

886910Bereft, and gelded of his patrimony.

887911North. Now afore God tis shame such wrongs are borne,

889912In him a royall Prince and many mo,

890913Of noble bloud in this declining land,

891914The King is not himselfe, but basely led

892915By flatterers, and what they will informe,

893916Meerely in hate gainst any of vs all,

894917That will the King seuerely prosecute,

895918Gainst vs, our liues, our children, and our heires.

896919Rosse The commons hath he pild with grieuous taxes,

897920And quite lost their hearts. The nobles hath he finde,

898921For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts.

899922Willo. And daily new exactions are deuisde,

900923As blanckes, beneuolences, and I wot not what:

901924But what a Gods name doth become of this?

902925North. Wars hath not wasted it, for warrde he hath not,

903926But basely yeelded vpon compromise,

904927That which his noble auncestors atchiued with blowes,

905928More hath he spent in peace then they in wars.

906929Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme.

907930Will. The King growen banckrout like a broken man.

908931North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him.

909932Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars,

910933His burthenous taxations notwithstanding,

911934But by the robbing of the banisht Duke.

912935North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King,

913936But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing,

914937Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme:

915938We see the wind sit sore vpon our sailes,

916939And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

917940Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer,

918941And vnauoided is the danger now

919942For suffering so the causes of our wracke.

920943North. Not so, euen through the hollow eies of death,

921944I spie life peering but I dare not say.