3406Richm Fellowes in Armes, and my most louing Frends

3407Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny,

3408Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,

3409Haue we marcht on without impediment;

3410And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley

3411Lines of faire comfort and encouragement:

3412The wretched, bloody, and vsurping Boare,

3413(That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)

3414Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough

3415In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine

3416Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle,

3417Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne:

3418From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.

3419In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,

3420To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace,

3421By this one bloody tryall of sharpe Warre.

3422Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men,

3423To fight against this guilty Homicide.

3424Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.

3425Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,

3426Which in his deerest neede will flye from him.

3427Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,

3428True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,

3429Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.