17191722Till time lend friends, and friends their helpfull swords.

17201723King Oh God oh God that ere this tong of mine

17211724That laid the sentence of dread banishment

17221725On yon prowde man should take it off againe

17231726With words of sooth! Oh that I were as great

17241727As is my griefe, or lesser than my name!

17251728Or that I could forget what I haue beene!

17261729Or not remember what I must be now!

17271730Swellst thou (prowd heart) Ile giue thee scope to beate,

17281731Since foes haue scope to beate both thee and me.

17291732Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke

17311733King What must the King do now? must he submit?

17321734The King shall do it: must he be deposde?

17331735The king shall be contented: must he loose

17341736The name of King? a Gods name let it go:

17351737Ile giue my iewels for a set of Beades:

17361738My gorgeous pallace for a hermitage:

17371739My gay apparel for an almesmans gowne:

17381740My figurde goblets for a dish of wood:

17391741My scepter for a Palmers walking staffe:

17401742My subiects for a paire of carued Saintes,

17411743And my large kingdome for a little graue,

17421744A little little graue, an obscure graue,

17431745Or Ile be buried in the Kings hie way,

17441746Some way of common trade, where subiects feete

17451747May hourely trample on their soueraignes head;

17461748For on my heart they treade now whilst I liue:

17471749And buried once, why not vpon my head?

17481750Aumerle thou weepst (my tender-hearted coosin)

17491751Weele make fowle weather with despised teares;

17501752Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corne,

17511753And make a dearth in this reuolting land:

17521754Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

17531755And make some prety match with sheading teares,

17541756As thus to drop them still vpon one place,

17551757Till they haue fretted vs a paire of graues

17561758Within the earth, and therein laide; there lies