16441649My water's on the earth, and not on him,
16451650March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes.
16461651The trumpets sound, Richard appeareth on the walls. 16491652Bull. See
see King Richard doth him
selfe appeare,
16501653As doth the blu
shing di
scontented Sunne,
16511654From out the
fierie portall of the Ea
st,
16521655When he perceiues the enuious cloudes are bent
16531656To dimme his glorie, and to
staine the tracke
16541657Of his bright pa
ssage to the Occident
. 16551658Yorke Yet lookes he like a King, beholde his eye,
16561659As bright as is the Eagles, lightens forth
16571660Controlling maie
stie; alacke alacke for woe,
16581661That any harme
should
staine
so faire a
shew.
16591662King We are amazde, and thus long haue we
stoode,
16601663To watch the feareful bending of thy knee,
16611664Becau
se : me'thought our
selfe thy lawful King:
16621665And if wee be, howe dare thy ioynts forget
16631666To pay their awefull duety to our pre
sence?
16641667If we be not,
shew vs the hand of God
16651668That hath di
smi
st vs from our Steward
ship;
16661669For well we know no hand of bloud and bone
16671670Can gripe the
sacred handle of our Scepter,
16681671Vnle
sse he do prophane,
steale, or v
surpe,
16691672And though you thinke that all as you haue done
16701673Haue torne their
soules, by turning them from vs,
16711674And we are barren and bereft of
friends:
16721675Yet know, my mai
ster God omnipotent,
16731676Is mu
stering in his cloudes on our behalfe,
16741677Armies of pe
stilence, and they
shall
strike
16751678Your children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,
16761679That lift your va
ssaile hands again
st my head,
16771680And threat the glorie of my precious crowne.
16781681Tell Bullingbrooke, for yon me thinkes he
standes,
16791682That euery
stride he makes vpon my land,
16801683Is dangerous trea
son: he is come to open
16811684The purple te
stament of
bloeding warre:
But