27942607King Kind vncle Yorke, the latest newes we heare,

27952608Is, that the rebels haue consumed with fire

27962609Our towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire,

27972610But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not.

27992612Welcome my Lord, what is the newes?

28002613North. First to thy sacred state wish I all happinesse,

28012614The next newes is, I haue to London sent

28022615The heades of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt and Kent,

28032616The maner of their taking may appeare

28042617At large discoursed in this paper heere.

28052618King We thanke thee gentle Percie for thy paines,

28062619And to thy woorth will adde right worthy gaines.

28082621Fitz. My Lord, I haue from Oxford sent to London

28092622The heads of Broccas, and sir Benet Seely,

28102623Two of the daungerous consorted traitors,

28112624That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow.

28122625king Thy paines Fitz. shall not be forgot,

28132626Right noble is thy merit well I wot.

28152628Percie The grand conspirator Abbot of Westminster

28162629With clog of conscience and sowre melancholy

28172630Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue.

28182631But here is Carleil liuing, to abide

28192632Thy kingly doome, and sentence of his pride.

28202633king Carleil, this is your doome;

28212634Choose out some secret place, some reuerent roome

28222635More than thou hast, and with it ioy thy life:

28232636So as thou liu'st in peace, die free from strife,

28242637For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene,

28252638High sparkes of honour in thee haue I seene.

28272640Exton Great King, within this coffin I present

28282641Thy buried feare: herein all breathlesse lies

28292642The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,

28302643Richard of Burdeaux, by me hither brought.

28312644king Exton, I thanke thee not, for thou hast wrought

28322645A deed of slaunder with thy fatall hand,

28332646Vpon my head and all this famous Land.

28342647Exton. From your owne mouth my Lo. did I this deed.

28352648King. They loue not poison that do poison neede,

28362649Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead,

28372650I hate the murtherer, loue him murthered:

28382651The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor,

28392652But neither my good word, nor Princely fauour;

28402653With Cayne go wander through shades of night,

28412654And neuer shew thy head by day nor light.

28422655Lordes, I protest my soule is full of wo,

28432656That bloud should sprincle me to make me grow:

28442657Come mourne with me, for what I do lament,

28452658And put on sulleyn blacke incontinent,

28462659Ile make a voiage to the holly lande,

28472660To wash this bloud off from my guiltie hand:

28482661March sadly after, grace my mournings heere,

28492662In weeping after this vntimely Beere.