34063031Rich. Fellowes in armes, and my most louing friendes,

34073032Bruisd vnderneath the yoake of tyrannie,

34083033Thus farre into the bowels of the land,

34093034Haue we marcht on without impediment,

34103035And here receiue we, from our Father Stanlie,

34113036Lines of faire comfort, and incouragement,

34123037The wretched, bloudie, and vsurping bore,

34133038That spoild your somer-fieldes, and fruitfull vines,

34143039Swils your warme bloud like wash, and makes his trough,

34153040In your inboweld bosomes, this foule swine,

34163041Lies now euen in the center of this Ile,

34173042Neare to the towne of Leycester as we learne:

34183043From Tamworth thether, is but one dayes march.

34193044In Gods name cheerelie on, couragious friendes,

34203045To reape the haruest of perpetuall peace,

34213046By this one bloudie triall of sharpe warre.

342230471 Lo. Euerie mans conscience is a thousand swordes,

34233048To fight against that bloudie homicide.

342430492 Lo. I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs.

342530503 Lo. He hath no friendes, but who are friendes for feare,

34263051Which in his greatest neede will shrinke from him.

34273052Rich. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,

34283053True hope is swift, and flies with Swallowes wings,

34293054Kings it make Gods, and meaner creatures kings. Exit.