12671280I would attach you all, and make you stoope

12681281Vnto the soueraigne mercie of the king;

12691282But since I cannot, be it knowen vnto you,

12701283I do remaine as newter, so fare you well,

12711284Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle,

12721285And there repose you for this night.

12731286Bull. An offer vncle that we will accept,

12741287But we must winne your Grace to go with vs,

12751288To Bristow castle, which they say is held

12761289By Bushie, Bagot, and their complices,

12771290The caterpillers of the commonwealth,

12781291Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away.

12791292Yorke It may be I will go with you, but yet Ile pawse.

12801293For I am loath to breake our countries lawes,

12811294Nor friends, nor foes to me welcome you are:

12821295Things past redresse, are now with me past care. Exeunt.

12851297Welch. My lord of Salisbury, we haue stayed ten dayes,

12861298And hardly kept our countrymen together,

12871299And yet we heare no tidings from the King,

12881300Therefore we will disperse our selues, farewell.

12891301Salis. Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman,

12901302The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.

12911303Welch. Tis thought the King is dead; we wil not stay,

12921304The bay trees in our country are al witherd,

12931305And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen,

12941306The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth,

12951307And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change,

12961308Rich men looke sad, and ruffians daunce and leape,

12971309The one in feare to loose what they enioy,

12981310The other to enioy by rage and warre:

12991311These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings.

13001312Farewell, our countrymen are gone and fled,

13011313As well assured Richard their King is dead.

13021314Salis. Ah Richard! with the eies of heauy mind

13031315I see thy glory like a shooting starre