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* To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? K. Hen. How will the country, for these wa * O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth.

ful chances, * And to conclude,-the shepherd's homely cưrds, ||. Misthink? the king, and not be satisfied ? * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, • Son. Was ever son, so rued a father's death? * His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, Fath. Was ever father, so bemoan'd a gon? * All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,

K. Hen. Was ever king, so griev'd for subjects' * Is far beyond a prince's delicates,

wo? * His viands sparkling in a golden cup,

• Much is your sorrow ; mine, ten times so much * His body couched in a curious bed,

Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep * When care, mistrust, and treason, wait on him.

(Erit, with the body.

* Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy wina. Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father,

ing-sheet; dragging in the dead body.

* My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre; Son Ill blows the wind, that profits nobody.- * For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go. • This man, whom hand to hand 'I slew in fight, * My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;

May be possessed with some store of crowns: * And so obsequious3 will thy father be, * And I, that haply take them from him now,

* Sad for the loss of thee, having no more, * May yet ere night yield both my life and them * As Priam was for all his valiant sons. * To some man else, as this dead man doth me.- I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, • Who's this? - God! it is my father's face, For I have murder'd where I should not kill. • Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.

(Exit, with the body. O heavy times, begetting such events !

· K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with • From London by the king was I press'd forth ;

care, • My father, being the earl of Warwick's man, • Here sits a king more woful than you are.

Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;|| Alarums: Excursions. Enter Queen Margaret, • And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life,

Prince of Wales, and Exeter. • Have by my hands of life bereaved him • Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!

Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends And pardon, father, for I knew not thee !

are fled, * My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;

• And Warwick rages like a chafed bull : * And no more words, till they have flow'd their fill

. ' Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. K. Hen. Opiteous spectacle ! O bloody times !

Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards BerWhilst lions war, and battle for their dens,

wick post amain : • Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.

* Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds * Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear; Having the fearful Aying hare in sight, * And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war,

• With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, * Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with · And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, grief.

• Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.

Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with Enter a Father who has killed his son, with the

them: body in his arms.

• Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; Fath. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, Or else come after, I'll away before. Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;

· K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet • For I have bought it with a hundred blows.

Exeter; • But let me see is this our foeman's face? • Not that I fear to stay, but love to go • Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son !

• Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away! * Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,

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thine eye; see, see, what showers arise,|| SCENE VI. The same. A loud alarum. En. * Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,

ter Clifford, wounded. * Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!

Clif. Here bums my candle out, ay, here it dies, 0, pity, God, this miserable


Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. • What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,

0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow, • Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural, • This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!

More than my body's parting with my soul. O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,

My love, and fear, glei'd many friends to thee; • And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!

And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. K. Hen. Wo above wo! grief more than com- The common people swarm like summer flies :

Impairing Henry, strength’ning mis-proud York, mon grief! O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun ? * O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity

And who shines now but Henry's enemies? "

O Phoebus ! hadst thou never given consent The red rose and the white are on his face,

That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds, The fatal colours of our striving houses : * The one, his purple blood right well resembles ; || Thy burning car never had scorch', the earth :

And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do, * The other, his pale cheeks, methinks, present:

Or as thy father, and his father, did, Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!

Giving no ground unto the house of York, • If you contend, a thousand lives must wither. Son. How will my mother, for a father's death,|- 1, and ten thousand in this luckless realm,

* They never then had sprung like summer flies ; Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied ? Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my|| And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.

Had left no mourning widows for our death, son, • Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied ?

For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?

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Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds War. They mock thee, Clifford ! 'swear as thou *No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:

wast wont. The foe is merciless, and will not pity ;

"Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity.

goes hard, • The air hath got into my deadly wounds,

• When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :And much effuse of blood doth make me faint: I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest ;) If this right hand would buy two hours' life, • I stabb'd your father's bosom, split my breast. That I in all despite might rail at him,

(He faints. l. This hand should chop it off; and with the isAlarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, George, Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst Richard, Montague, Warwick, and soldiers.

York and young Rutland could not satisfy. Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune War. Ay, but he's dead: Off with the traitor's

head, • And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful And rear it in the place your father's stands.looks.

And now to London with triumphant march, * Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen;- There to be crowned England's royal king. · That led calm Henry, though he were a king, • From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, • As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,

And ask the lady Bona for thy queen: Command an argosy to stem the waves.

So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; • But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them! And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape :

dread For, though before his face I speak the words, The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again; Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead. Yet look to have them buzz, to offend thine ears.

(Clifford groans, and dies. First will I see the coronation ; Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy * And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, leave?

To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's de- Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be: parting:

* For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; Edw. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended,|| * And never will I undertake the thing, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd.

* Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting: Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis. Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster :Clifford;

* And George, of Clarence;-Warwick, as ourself, Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch • Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. • In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George, of • But set his murdering knife unto the root

Gloster; • From whence that tender spray did sweetly For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. spring,

War. Tut, that's a foolish observation; • I mean our princely father, duke of York. Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, War. From off the gates of York fetch down the To see these honours in possession. (Exeunt.

head, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : • Instead whereof, let this supply the room ; Measure for measure must be answered.

ACT III. Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,

SCENE I. -A chase in the north of England. That nothing sung but death to us and ours : Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their • Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,

hands. And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. *1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake4 we'li

[.Attendants bring the body forward. shroud ourselves; War. I think his understanding is bereft :Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks toll. And in this covert will we make our stand,

For through this launds anon the deer will come ; thee?

Culling the principal of all the deer. Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,

* 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.

shoot. Rich. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth; *1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross. « 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,

bow • Because he would avoid such bitter taunts,

* Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. • Which in the time of death he gave our father.

* Here stand we both, and aim we at the best : Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager|| * And, for the time shall not seem tedious, words.2

* I'll tell thee what befell me on a day, Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace.3|| * In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.

2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.

past. Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. Ruh. Thou didst love York, and I am son to

Enter Henry, disguised, with a prayer-book. York.

K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee.

pure love, Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you • To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. now?

No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ; (1) For separation.

(4) Thicket. (2) Sour words; words of asperity. (3) Favour. (5) A plain extended between woods,




* Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, * K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was * Thy balm wash'd oti; wherewith thou wast

king of England ? anointed :

* 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,

remain. • No humble suitors press to speak for right, * K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months * No, not a man comes for redress of thee;

old; For how can I help them, and not myself? * My father and my grandfather, were kings; • 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's * And you were sworn true subjects unto me:

* And, tell me then, have you not broke your • This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.

Oaths ? * K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; *1 Keep. No; * For wise men say,

it is the wisest course. For we were subjects, but while you were king; * 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon *K. Hen. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe him.

a man? * 1 Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little * Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear.

* Look, as I blow this feather from my face, K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France * And as the air blows it to me again, for aid;

* Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick * And yielding to another when it blows, • Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister * Commanded always by the greater gust; • To wife for Edward : If this news be true, * Such is the lightness of you common men.

Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost; * But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin • For Warwick is a subtle orator,

* My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. * And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. * Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;

By this account, then, Margaret may win him; * And be you kings ; command, and I'll obey. • For she's a woman to be pitied much :

* 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king * Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;

Edward. * Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; * K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, * The tiger will be mild, while she doth mour; * If he were seated as king Edward is. * And Nero will be tainted with remorse,

1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in * To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears.

the king's, * Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give : To go with us unto the officers. She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.

be obey'd : She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos'd; * And what God will, then let your king perform; He smiles, and says-his Edward is installid; * And what he will, I humbly yield unto. * That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no

(Exeunt. * Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the SCENE II.-London. A room in the palace.

Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, and wrong, * Inferreth arguments of mighty strength;

Lady Grey. * And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' * With promise of his sister, and what else,

field * To strengthen and support king Edward's place. This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, *O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : * Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. Her suit is now, to repossess those lands ; 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings.

Which we in justice cannot well deny, and queens?

Because in quarrel of the house of York K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was * The worthy gentleman did lose his life. born to:

Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her • A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? * It were dishonour, to deny it her. • 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a king.

pause. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's Glo. Yea! is it so? enough.

I see the lady hath a thing to grant, 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy || Before the king will grant her humble suit. crown?

Clar. He knows the game; How true he keeps K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my

the wind!

Aside. head;

Glo. Silence !

(Aside. * Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; * Nor to be seen: 'my crown is call’d, content; And come some other time, to know our mind. A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.

·L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook • 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with delay : content,

|* May it please your highness to resolve me now; Your crown content, and you, must be contented * And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. • To go along with us : for, as we think,

•Glo. (Aside.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant • You are the king, king Edward hath depos’d;

you all your lands, • And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, * An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you., Will apprehend you as his enemy.

Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. * K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break * Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. an oath?

(Aside. * 2 Keep. No, nevar such an oath, nor will not * Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. nov.




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· K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow? * K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my

mind. Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her. * Ļ. Grey. My mind will never grant what I


perceive Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her * Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.

(Aside. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. * L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul’d by him.

in prison.

(Aside. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy ·K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their

husband's lands. father's land.

L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it

dower; then.

For by that loss I will not purchase them. Ķ. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children widow's wit.

Inightily. Glo. Ay, good leavel have you, for you will have L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them

leave, Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination [Glo. and Clar. retire to the other side. ll.

Accords not with the sadness2 of my suit ; * K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love | Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. your children?

K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request : * L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. * K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an them good?

end. * L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain . Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her some harm.


(Aside. * K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do Clar. He is the blunteşt wooer in Christendom. them good.

(Aside. * L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. • ķ. Edw. (Aside.) Her looks do argue K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.

plete with modesty ; * L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' * Her words do show her wit incomparable; service.

* All her perfections challenge sovereignty: * K. Edw. what service wilt thou do me, if 1|One way, or other, she is for a king; give them?

And she shall be my love, or else my queen.* L. Grey. What you command, thạt rests in me Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen ?

L. Grey. "Tis better said than done, my gracious * K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my

lord: boon.

I am a subject fit to jest withal, * L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot ||But far unfit to be a sovereign. do it.

K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to * K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean

thee, to ask.

I speak no more than what my soul intends ; * L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace | And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. commands.

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield * Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears

unto. the marble.

(Aside. ll. I know, I am too mean to be your queen; * Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must || And yet too good to be your concubine. melt.

(Aside. K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear


L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.

call you-father. L. Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters a subject

call thee mother. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely || Thou art a and thou hast some children;

And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand Have other some : why, 'tis a happy thing thanks.

To be the father unto many sons. Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a "Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. curt'sy.

Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. *K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I


Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for * L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving


(.Aside. liege.

K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two * K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.

have had. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? * Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad, ‘L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should marry my prayers;

her. • That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. Clar. To whom, my lord ? K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such K. Edw.

Why, Clarence, to myself. love.

Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the least. * L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.

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K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell you Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; both,

* And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. * And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

* And frame my face to all occasions. Enter a Nobleman.

* I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, * I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; • And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. * I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the * Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, Tower :-

* And, like a Sinon, take another Troy: • And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, I can add colours to the cameleon; • To question of his apprehension.

Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, • Widow, go you along;-Lords, use her honourable. And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school. [Exeunt King Edward, Lady Grey, Clarence, Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? and Lord.

• Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. (Exit. Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. • Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, SCENE III.-France. A room in the palace. • That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,

Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and To cross me from the golden time I look for!

Lady Bona, attended; the king takes his state. • And yet, between my soul's desire, and me,

Then enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward * (The lustful Edward's title buried,)

her son, and the Earl of Oxford. • Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Mar• And all the unlook'd-for issue of their


Rising • To take their rooms, ere I can place myself : Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, A cold premeditation for my purpose !

And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis * Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty ;

doth sit. * Like one that stands upon a promontory,

*Q. Mar. No, mighty king of Franie ; now * And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Margaret * Wishing his foot were equal with his eye ; * Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, * And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, \ * Where kings command. I was, I must confess, * Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way: * Great Albion's queen in former golden days : * So do I wish the crown, being so far off ; * But now mischance bath trod my title down, * And so I chide the means that keep me from it; \\* And with dishonour laid me on the ground; * And so I say—I'll cut the causes off,

* Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, * Flattering me with impossibilities.

* And to my humble seat conform myself. * My eye's

too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, * K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springe * Unless my hand and strength could equal them. this deep despair? * Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; *Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes * What other pleasure can the world afford ?

with tears, • I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

* And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in • And deck my body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. * K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,

O miserable thought! and more unlikely, * And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck . Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns !

(Seats her by him. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: * To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind • And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, * Still ride in triumph over all mischance. • She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe * Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; • To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; * It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. • To make an envious mountain on my back, Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my Where sits deformity to mock my body;

drooping thoughts, • To shape my legs of an unequal size ;

* And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. * To disproportion me in every part,

* Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, * Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, * That Henry, sole possessor of * That carries no impression like the dam. * Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, And am I then a man to be belov'd?

* And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn; "O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought ! * While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York, * Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, * Usurps the regal title, and the seat * But to command, to check, to o'erbear such * Of England's true-anointed lawful king. * As are of better person than myself,

* This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret,* I'll make my heaven--to dream upon the crown;||* With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir,-* And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, || * Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid ; * Until my misshap'd trunk that bears this head, * And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done : * Be round impaledi with a glorious crown. * Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; * And yet I know not how to get the crown, * Our people and our peers are both misled, * For many lives stand between me and home: * Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to fight, * And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood, * And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight. * That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns; * K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm * Seeking a way, and straying from the way;

the storm, * Not knowing how to find the open air,

* While we bethink a means to break it off. * But toiling desperately to find it out,

* Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows * Torment myself to catch the English crown:

our foe. * And from that torment I will free myself, * K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succoun Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.


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