Life and death of King Richard the second

The Life and Death
• Come filter (Cofin I would fay) rpray pardon me i
Coe fellow, get thee home, provide fome Carts,
And bring away the Armour that is there-
Gentlemen, will you mutter men ? ■ .' *
If I know how,or which way to order thefe affaires
Thus diforderiy tbrutt into my hands-
“ Never bdeeve me* Both are my kinfmen,
Th'one is my Soveraigne, whom both my oath
And duty bids defend: jtjhectheciagaine ■
Is my kinfman,whom tho fCing hat1> wrong’d, troTohnV
; Whom confcience,a.nd my kindred bids to right,
Well, fomevv hat we mutt doe: Come Cofin,
- jle diipofe of you,Gentlemen goe mutter np your men,
And meet me prefently at Barkley Cattle: ,.
I fhould to Plafliy tooiblit time will not permit, f
All is uneven,and every thing is leftat fixand ieven- Ex,
Bufh.The wind fits faire for newes to goe to Ireland,
But none returnes : for us to levy power
Proportionable to th’enemy, is all impcffible-
Gref, Bdides our neerenefe to the King in love.
Is neene the,hate of thole love not the King,
that's the wavering Commons,for their love
Lies in their putfes, and whole empties them.
By fo much fils their hearts with deadly hatc-
> ^/^.ThereirHheKingttandsgeneraily condemn’d.
Bag- If judgement lye in them, then id doe we,
Becaufe we have beene ever neere the King,
- toe-Well: I wiiHor refuge ftreight toBrittoll Cattle,
The Earle of W utjjhire is already there.
Bujh. Thither wjlll with you, for little offiee
W ill theh^tehull Commons performe for us,
Except like,Curxes, to teare us all in pieces:
Will you goe along with us ?
^^-No,I will to Ireland to his Maiefty :
Farewell, if hearts prefages be not vaine5
We three here part,thatnevr ttiall mcete againe.
^-That’s as Tor be thrives to beate backe Bnlltxbrooki-
Gr,Alas poore Duke, the taskc he undertakes v
Is
e/Richard the fecend.
Is numbring fands,and drinking Oceans dry.
Where one on his fide fight»,ihoufands will flye.'
Bnfh,Fare well at once, for once, for all, and ever*
Well,we may meet againe* ‘
Bag. I feare me never* Exit*
Selena Tertia.
Enter the Duke of Herefordt and Northum¬
berland*
. * S.y/.How farre is it my Lord to Barkley now ?
Nor, Beleeve me noble Lord,
I am a ftranger here in Glofierjhire*
Thefe high wide hils, and rough uneven wayes-
Drawesout our miles,and makes them wearyfome •
And yet our fairedifeourfehathbeeneas Sugar
Making the hard way fwcet and deieaables ?
But I bethinke me, what a weary way
FromRavenfpurgb to Cottftoid will be found.
The prefont benefit that I poflefle:
And hope to/oy, is little leflein joy
By fight of what I have, youfetT * d°ne’
r,U£rvho come* here ?
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