16821685But ere the crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,

16831686Ten thousand bloudy crownes of mothers sonnes,

16841687Shall ill become the flower of Englands face,

16851688Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace,

16861689To scarlet indignation and bedew

16871690Her pastors grasse with faithfull English bloud.

16881691North. The King of heauen forbid: our Lo: the king

16891692Should so with ciuill and vnciuill armes,

16901693Be rusht vpon. Thy thrise noble Cosen,

16911694Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand,

16921695And by the honorable tombe he sweares,

16931696That stands vpon your roiall grandsires bones,

16941697And by the roialties of both your blouds,

16951698Currents that spring from one most gratious head,

16961699And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

16971700And by the worth and honor of himselfe,

16981701Comprising all that may be sworne or said,

16991702His comming hither hath no further scope,

17001703Then for his lineall roialties, and to beg

17011704Infranchisement immediate on his knees,

17021705Which on thy roiall partie granted once,

17031706His glittering armes he will commend to rust,

17041707His barbed steeds to stables, and his hart

17051708To faithfull seruice of your Maiesty.

17061709This sweares he, as he is princesse iust,

17071710And as I am a gentleman I credit him.

17081711King Northumberland, say thus, the King returnes,

17091712His noble Cosen is right welcome hither,

17101713And all the number of his faire demaunds,

17111714Shall be accomplisht without contradiction,

17121715With all the gratious vtterance thou hast,

17131716Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.

17141717King We do debase our selues, Cosen do we not,

17151718To looke so poorely, and to speake so faire?

17161719Shall we call backe Northumberland and send

17171720Defiance to the traitor and so die?

17181721Aum. No good my Lo: lets fight with gentle words,