15291538Comes at the last, and with a little pin

15301539Boares thorough his Castle wall, and farewell King;

15311540Couer your heades, and mocke not flesh and bloud,

15321541With solemne reuerence, throw away respect,

15331542Tradition, forme, and ceremonious duetie,

15341543For you haue but mistooke me al this while:

15351544I liue with bread like you, feele want,

15361545Taste griefe, neede friends, subiected thus,

15371546How can you say to me, I am a King?

15381547Carleil My lord, wisemen nere sit and waile theyr woes,

15391548But presently preuent the wayes to waile,

15401549To feare the foe, since feare oppresseth strength,

15411550Giues in your weakenes strength vnto your foe,

1541.11551And so your follies fight against your selfe:

15421552Feare and be slaine, no worse can come to fight,

15431553And fight and die, is death destroying death,

15441554Where fearing dying, paies death seruile breath.

15451555Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him,

15461556And learne to make a body of a limme.

15471557King Thou chidst me well, prowd Bullingbrooke, I come

15481558To change blowes with thee for our day of doome:

15491559This agew fit of feare is ouerblowne,

15501560And easie taske it is to winne our owne.

15511561Say Scroope, where lies our vncle with his power?

15521562Speake sweetely man although thy lookes be sower.

15531563Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the skie,

15541564The state and inclination of the day;

15551565So may you by my dull and heauy eie:

15561566My tongue hath but a heauier tale to say,

15571567I play the torturer by small and small

15581568To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:

15591569Your vncle Yorke is ioynd with Bullingbrooke,

15601570And all your Northerne castles yeelded vp,

15611571And all your Southerne Gentlemen in armes

15621572Vpon his partie.

15631573King Thou hast said enough:

15641574Beshrew thee cousin which didst leade me foorth