215212Be ready to dire
ct the
se home all
armes
. Exit.
217213Enter Iohn of Gaunt with the Duchesse of Glocester. 218214Gaunt Alas, the part I had in Wood
stockes bloud,
219215Doth more
sollicite me than your exclaimes,
220216To
stirre again
st the butchers of his life,
221217But
since corre
ction lieth in tho
se hands,
222218Which made the fault that we cannot corre
ct:
223219Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen,
224220Who when they
see the houres ripe on earth,
225221Will raine hot vengeance on o
ffenders heads
. 226222Duchesse Findes brotherhood in thee no
sharper
spurre
? 227223Hath loue in thy old bloud no liuing
fire
? 228224Edwards
seuen
sonnes whereof thy
selfe art one,
229225Were as
seuen viols of his
sacred bloud,
230226Or
seuen faire branches
springing from one roote:
231227Some of tho
se
seuen are dried by natures cour
se,
232228Some of tho
se branches by the De
stinies cut:
233229But
Thomas my deare Lord, my life, my Gloce
ster,
234230One violl full of Edwards
sacred bloud,
235231One
flouri
shing branch of his mo
st royall roote
236232Is crackt, and all the precious liquor
spilt,
237233Is hackt downe, and his
summer leaues all faded
238234By Enuies hand, and Murders bloudy axe.
239235Ah Gaunt, his bloud was thine, that bed, that womb,
240236That mettall, that
selfe mould, that fa
shioned thee
241237Made him a man
: and though thou liue
st and breathe
st,
242238Yet art thou
slaine in him, thou doo
st con
sent
243239In
some large mea
sure to thy fathers death,
244240In that thou
see
st thy wretched brother die,
245241Who was the modell of thy fathers life:
246242Call it not patience Gaunt, it is di
spaire,
247243In
su
ffring thus thy brother to be
slaughtred,
248244Thou
shewe
st the naked pathway to thy life,
249245Teaching
sterne Murder how to butcher thee:
250246That which in meane men we intitle Patience,
251247Is pale cold Cowardice in noble brea
sts.
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