215212Be ready to direct these home all armes. Exit.

218214Gaunt Alas, the part I had in Woodstockes bloud,

219215Doth more sollicite me than your exclaimes,

220216To stirre against the butchers of his life,

221217But since correction lieth in those hands,

222218Which made the fault that we cannot correct:

223219Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen,

224220Who when they see the houres ripe on earth,

225221Will raine hot vengeance on offenders 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 those seuen are dried by natures course,

232228Some of those branches by the Destinies cut:

233229But Thomas my deare Lord, my life, my Glocester,

234230One violl full of Edwards sacred bloud,

235231One flourishing branch of his most 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 fashioned thee

241237Made him a man: and though thou liuest and breathest,

242238Yet art thou slaine in him, thou doost consent

243239In some large measure to thy fathers death,

244240In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,

245241Who was the modell of thy fathers life:

246242Call it not patience Gaunt, it is dispaire,

247243In suffring thus thy brother to be slaughtred,

248244Thou shewest 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 breasts.