14141426To lifte
shrewd
steele again
st our golden crowne,
14151427God for his
Ric: hath in heauenly pay,
14161428A glorious Angell; then if Angels
fight,
14171429Weake men mu
st fall, for heauen
still gardes the right
. 14191431King Welcome my
Lo: how far o
ff lies your power?
14201432Salis. Nor neare nor farther o
ff my gratious Lo:
14211433Than this weake arme; di
scomfort guides my tongue,
14221434And bids me
speake of nothing but De
spaire,
14231435One day too late I feare me noble
Lo: 14241436Hath clouded a
ll thy happy daies on earth:
14251437O call backe ye
sterday, bid Time returne,
14261438And thou
shalt haue twelue thou
sand
fighting men,
14271439To day to day vnhappie daie too late,
14281440Ouerthrowes thy ioies friends, fortune and thy
state,
14291441For all the Wel
shmen hearing thou wert dead,
14301442Are gone to Bullingbrooke di
sper
st and
fled.
14311443Aum. Comfort my liege, why lookes your grace
so pale.
14331444King But now the bloud of 20000. men,
14341445Did triumph in my face, and they are
fled:
14351446And till
so much bloud thither come againe,
14361447Haue I not rea
son to looke pale and dead?
14371448All
soules that wilbe
safe,
flie from my
side,
14381449For time hath
set a blot vpon my pride.
14391450Aum. Comfort my liege remember who you are
. 14401451King I had forgot my
selfe, am I not King?
14411452Awake thou coward Maie
sty thou
sleepe
st,
14421453Is not the Kings name twenty thou
sand names
? 14431454Arme arme, my name a puny
subie
ct strikes,
14441455At thy great glorie, looke not to the ground,
14451456Ye fauourites of a King, are we not high
? 14461457High be our thoughts, I know my Vnckle Yorke,
14471458Hath power enough to
serue our turne: but who comes here?
14491460Scro. More health and happines betide my liege,
14501461Then can my care tunde tongue deliuer him
. 14511462King Mine eare is open, and my hart prepard,
The