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Births I cannot weepe: for all my bodies moysture
Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen,
Is kindling coales that fires all my brest,
To weepe, is to make lesse the depth of greefe:
Richard, I beare thy name, Ile venge thy death,
His Dukedome, and his Chaire with me is left
Rich. Nay, if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird,
For Chaire and Dukedome, Throne and Kingdome say,
newes abroad?
Our balefull newes, and at each words deliuerance
The words would adde more anguish then the wounds.
Which held thee deerely, as his Soules Redemption,
And now to adde more measure to your woes,
After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought,
Tydings, as swiftly as the Postes could runne,
I then in London, keeper of the King,
Marcht toward S[aint]. Albons, to intercept the Queene,
For by my Scouts, I was aduertised
To dash our late Decree in Parliament,
Short Tale to make, we at S[aint]. Albons met,
But whether 'twas the coldnesse of the King,
That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene.
Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour,
I cannot iudge: but to conclude with truth,
Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight,
Fell gently downe, as if they strucke their Friends.
With promise of high pay, and great Rewards:
And we (in them) no hope to win the day,
Lord George, your Brother, Norfolke, and my. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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