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.
252248What
shall I
saie? to
safegard thine owne life,
253249The be
st way is to venge my Gloce
sters death.
254250Gaunt Gods is the quarrell for Gods
sub
stitute,
255251His deputy annointed in his
sight,
256252Hath cau
sd his death, the which if wrongfully,
257253Let heauen reuenge, for I may neuer lift
258254An angry arme again
st his mini
ster.
259255Duch. Where then may I complainemy
selfe
? 260256Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence,
261257Duch. Why then I will; farewell olde Gaunt,
262258Thou goe
st to Couentry, there to behold
263259Our Coo
sen Hereford and fell Mowbray
fight.
264260O
set my husbands wronges on Herefords
speare,
265261That it may enter butchers Mowbraies bre
st:
266262Or if mi
sfortune mi
sse the
fir
st carier,
267263Be Mowbraies
sinnes
so heauy in his bo
some
268264That they may breake his foming cour
sers backe,
269265And throw the rider headlong in the li
stes,
270266A caitiue recreant to my Coo
sen Hereford,
271267Farewell old Gaunt, thy
sometimes brothers wife,
272268With her companion Griefe mu
st end her life.
273269Gaunt Si
ster farewell, I mu
st to Couentry,
274270As much good
stay with thee, as go with me
. 275271Duch. Yet one word more, griefe boundeth where is fals,
276272Not with the emptines, hollownes, but weight:
277273I take my leaue before I haue begone,
278274For
sorrow endes not when it
seemeth done:
279275Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke,
280276Lo this is all: nay yet depart not
so,
281277Though this be al, doe not
so quickly go:
282278I
shall remember more: Bid him, ah what?
283279With all good
speede at Pla
shie vi
site me,
284280Alacke and what
shall good olde Yorke there
see,
285281But empty lodgings and vnfurni
sht wals,
286282Vnpeopled of
fices, vntrodden
stones,
287283And what cheere there for welcome but my grones
? 288284Therfore commend me, let him not come there,
289285To
seeke out
sorrow that dwels euery where,
290286De
solate de
solate will I hence and die:
291287The la
st leaue of thee takes my weeping eie.
Exeunt.