Life and death of King Richard the second

The Life and Death
Dar'ft with thy frozen admonition
Make pale our cheeke, chafing the Royall blood
With fury, from his native refidcnce ?
Now by my Seates right-Royall Maiefty,
Wert thou not brother to great fonne,
This tonguethatrunnesfo roundly in thy head,
Should runne thy head from thy unreverent Moulders.
G^.Oh fpareme not, my brother Edwards fame>
For that I was his father Edwards fonne X
That blood already (like the.Pellican>
Thou haft tapt out, and drunkenly carows'd.
My brother aine well meaning foule,
(Whom faire befall in heaven mongft happy foules }]
May be a prefident, and witnefie good,
That thou refpe<ft*ft notfpilling Edwardsblooav
loyne with the prelent fickenelfe that I haue.
And thy unkindnefle be like crooked age,
To crop at once a too-long wither’d fiowre*
Live in thy fliame, but dye not (hame with thee,
Thefe words hereafter, thy tormentors be.
Convey me to my bed,then to my grave.
Love they to live,that love and honour have* Exit*
Rich.And let them dye^hat age a nd fulle is have.
For both haft thou,and both become tne grave* r;V7 *iii’
Tor. I doe befcech your Maiefty impute his words
'To wayward ficklinefte, and age in :
He loues you on my life, and holds you deaxc
As Harry Duke of Hercford^^tht here.
Right,you fay true • as tfertfirds lovc3fo his;
As theit:s,fo mine; - and^all be a s it is.
•Enter Northumberland*
Nor* My^iege, old commends him to.yo^r
Maiefty.
What layes he ?
Nor. Nay nothii:g> all is fayd:
• His tongue is now a .ftringiefte inftrument.
Wprds^life,and all^old Lane aft hath fpent.
• of Richard the fecond.
Be Yofke thenext,that muft be bankrupt fo.
Though death be-poore, it ends a mortall wo.
jw^-Theripeft truit fir ft fa Is, and fo doth he,
Histimcisfpent, our pilgrimage muft be ;
150 much for that. Now for our Itiih warres,
(We muft fuppjant thole-rough rug-headed Kernes,
Which live like venom, where no venom clle
But onely they have privelledge to live.
And for thefe .great affairestdoaske fome charge
Towards our aftiftance, vve doe feize to us
The plate,coyne,and revennews, and moveables.
Whereof our VncXtCjaunt did ftand pofieft.
Tor. How long {hall I be patient ? Oh how long
Shall tender duty make me fufter wrong ?
Not Glojlers death, nor Herefords baoifhment.
Nor rebukcs,nor Englands private wrongs.
Nor the prevention of poore EulltKgbrookey
About his marriage, nor my owne difgrace
Have ever made me fovvre my patient cbeeke,
i Or bend one wrinkle on my lb veraignes face:
I am the la ft of noble Edwards Tonnes,
f Of whom thy father Prince of Wales was fir ft;
In warres was never. Lyon rag’d more fierce :
In peace,was never gentle Lambe more mild.
Then was that young and Princely Gentleman:
His face thou ha ft,for even fo look'd he
Accempliftfd with the number of thy bovvers;
, But when be frown’d, it wasagainft the French,
1 And not agamft his friends : his noble band
Did win what he did Ipend: and {pent not that
Which his triumphant fathers hand had won •*
His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood.
But bloody with the enemies of his kinne:
Oh Richard, Torke is too fane gone with gaefg.
Or elfe he never would compare betweene.
Rtch. W by Yncie,
What's the matter ?
r°r' oh m7 Liege, pardon me if you pieafe, if not
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