The Tragedie
32022846It will not be auoided but this
: 32032847Therefore good mother (I mu
st call you
so,)
32042848Be the atturney of my loue to her.
32052849Pleade what I will be, not what I haue bene,
32062850Not by de
sertes, but what I will de
serue,
32072851Vrge the nece
ssitie and
state of times,
32082852And be not pieui
sh, fond in great de
signes.
32092853Qu. Shall
I be tempted of the diuell thus.
32102854King. I, if the diuell tempt thee to doe good.
32112855Qu. Shall I forget my
selfe, to be my
selfe.
32122856King. I, if your
selfes remembrance, wrong your
selfe.
32132857Qu. But thou did
st kill my children.
32142858King. But in your daughters wombe, I buried them,
32152859Where in that ne
st of
spicerie they
shall breed,
32162860Selfes of them
selues, to your recom
fiture.
32172861Qu. Shall I go winne my daughter to thy will.
32182862King. And be a happie mother by the deede,
32192863Qu. I goe, write to me verie
shortlie.
32212864King. Beare her my true loues ki
sse, farewell.
Exit. 32222865Relenting foole, and
shallow changing woman.
Enter Rat. 32252866Rat. My gracious Soueraigne on the we
sterne coa
st,
32262867Rideth a pui
ssant Nauie. To the
shore,
32272868Throng manie doubtfull hollow harted friendes,
32282869Vnarmd, and vnre
solud to beate them backe:
32292870Tis thought that Richmond is their admirall,
32302871And there they hull, expe
cting but the aide,
32312872Of Buckingham, to welcome them a
shore.
32322873King. Some light-foote friend, po
st to the Duke of Nor
ff.
32332874Ratcli
ffe thy
selfe, or Cate
sbie, where is hee?
32372876King. Flie to the Duke, po
st thou to Salisburie,
32382877When thou com
st there, dull vnmindfull villaine,
32392878Whie
stand
st thou
still? and goe
st not to the Duke.
32402879Cat. Fir
st mightie Soueraigne, let me know your minde,
32412880What, from your grace, I
shall deliuer them.
32422881King. O, true good Cate
sbie, bid him leuie
straight,
32432882The greate
st strength, and power he can make,
32442883And meete me pre
sentlie at Salisburie.
Rat.