2697.62427And called it Ruge-mount, at which name I started,

2697.72428Because a Bard of Ireland told me once

2697.82429I should not liue long after I saw Richmond.

2697.92430Buck. My lord.

2697.102431King. I, whats a clocke?

2697.112432Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind

2697.122433Of what you promisd me.

2697.132434King. Wel, but whats a clocke?

2697.142435Buck. Vpon the stroke of ten.

2697.152436King. Well, let it strike.

2697.162437Buck. Whie let it strike?

2697.172438King. Because that like a Iacke thou keepst the stroke

2697.182439Betwixt thy begging and my meditation,

2697.192440I am not in the giuing vaine to day.

26982441Buck. Whie then resolue me whether you wil or no?

26992442King. Tut, tut, thou troublest me, I am not in the vain. Exit.

27002443Buck. Is it euen so, rewardst he my true seruice

27012444With such deepe contempt, made I him king for this?

27022445O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone

27032446To Brecnock while my fearefull head is on. Exit.

27052448Tyr. The tyrranous and bloudie deed is done,

27062449The most arch-act of pitteous massacre,

27072450That euer yet this land was guiltie of,

27082451Dighton and Forrest whom I did suborne,

27092452To do this ruthles peece of butcherie,

27102453Although they were flesht villains, bloudie dogs,

27112454Melting with tendernes and kind compassion,

27122455Wept like two children in their deaths sad stories:

27132456Lo thus quoth Dighton laie those tender babes,

27142457Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling on another,

27152458Within their innocent alablaster armes,

27162459Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke,

27172460Which in their summer beautie kist each other,

27182461A booke of praiers on their pillow laie,

27192462Which once quoth Forrest almost changd my mind,

27202463But oh the Diuell their the villaine stopt,

27212464Whilst Dighton thus told on we smothered

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