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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59496	The history of King Richard the Second acted at the Theatre Royal under the name of The Sicilian usurper : with a prefatory epistle in vindication of the author, occasion'd by the prohibition of this play on the stage / by N. Tate.	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Richard II.	1681 (1681)	Wing S2921; ESTC R15526	39,736	70

is Pierc Give us thy thoughts and rate 'em as thou wilt Here 's Blood for 'em but point us to the veins That hold the richest we will empty those To purchase ' em North. Hold generous Youth This gallantry unlocks my inmost Brest Seizing a secret dearer than my heart Attend me Lords I have from Port le Blanc This very day receiv'd intelligence That our wrong'd Herford with Lord Rainold Cobham Sir Thomas Arpingham bold Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Robert Waterton Quaint Norbery With eight tall Ships three thousand men in Arms Design with speed to touch our Northern shore If then you have a spark of British glory To imp our drooping Countries broken Wing Joyn hands with me and post to Ravenspurg Ross. Now business stirs and life is worth our while Will. Nature her self of late hath broke her Order Then why should we continue our dull Round Rivers themselves refuse their wonted course Start wide or turn on their own Fountain heads Our Lawrels all are blasted rambling Meteors Affright the fixst inhabitants of Heav'n The pale fac't Moon looks bloody on the Earth And lean-lookt Prophets whisper dreadful change Pierc Away let 's post to th' North and see for once A Sun rise there the glorious Bulling-brook For our Return will not pass a thought For if our Courtiers passage be withstood We 'll make our selves a Sea and sail in Blood Exeunt Enter Queen Attended Lady Despair not Madam Queen Who shall hinder me I will despair and be at enmity With flattering hope he is a Couzener A Parasite a keeper back of Death That wou'd dissolve at once our pain and Life Which lingring hope holds long upon the Rack Yet Murders at the last the cruel'st way Lady Here comes the Duke Enter York and Servants Queen With signs of War about his aged neck And full of careful business are his looks York Death and confusion oh set my Corsleet right fetch my commanding Sword scour up the brown Bills Arm Arm Arm. Queen Now Uncle for Heav'ns sake speak comfort York Comforts in Heav'n and we are on the Earth nothing but crosses on this side of the Moon my heart stews in Choller I shall dissolve to a Gelly That your Husband shou'd have no more wit than to go a Knight Erranting whilst Rogues seize all at home and that I shou'd have no more wit than to be his Deputy at such a proper time to undertake to support a crazy Government that can scarce carry my own Fat Well Sirrah have you given my Son orders to strengthen his Forces if he prove a Flincher too Gent. My Lord I know not how he stands affected Not well I fear because at my Arrival He was withdrawn at least pretended so So that I cou'd not give him your Commands York Why so go all which way it will the Nobles are all fled and hide themselves like my ungracious Rascal or else strike in with the Rebels the Commons find our Exchequer empty and revolt too and a blessed bargain I have on 't Queen Alass my Bank and Jewels are dispos'd off For the Kings wants already and to wait Till fresh recruits come from our Fathers Court I fear will lose our Cause York Get thee to Plashy to my Sister Gloster Her Coffers I am sure are strongly lin'd Bid her send me presently 50000. Nobles Hold take my Ring fly if thou lov'st thy Head Gent. My Lord I had forgot to tell you that to day Passing by there I was inform'd But I shall grieve you to report the rest York What is' t Knave Gent. An hour before I came the Dutches Dy'd Her Son your Nephew ere her Blood was cold Makes all secure and flies to Bullingbrook York Death what a tide of woes break upon us at once Perverse Woman to take this time to Die in and the varlet her Son too to take this time to play the villain in wou'd to Heav'n the King had cut off my Head as he did my Brothers Come Sister Couzen I would say pray Pardon me if I know how to order these perplext Affairs I am a Sturgeon Gentlemen go Muster up your Men and meet me at Barkley Castle I should to Plashie too but time will not suffer the Wind 's cross too and will let us hear nothing from Ireland nor boots it much if they have no better News for us than we have for them All 's wrong Oh! fie hot hot Exeunt SCENE the Third The Field Flourish Enter Bullingbrook Northumberland Piercy and the Rest with their Powers Bull. And thus like Seamen scatter'd in a Storm Meet we to Revel on the safer Shore Accept my worthy Friends my dearest thanks For yet my Infant Fortunes can present Returns no Richer but when these are Ripe North. Your Presence was the Happiness we sigh'd for And now made Rich in that we seek no more Enter Ross and Willoughby Bull. My Lords y' are well return'd what News from Wales We hear that Salisbury has Levi'd there Full 40000 on the Kings behalf Ross. My Lord that Cloud 's disperst the Welshmen hearing That all the North here had resign'd to you Disperst themselves and part are hither fled Will. Fortune so Labours to Confirm your Pow'r That all Attempts go cross on the Enemies side Enter York and Servants Bull. But see our Uncle York come as I guess To Treat with us being doubtful of his strength His hot and testie humour else wou'd nere Salute us but with Blows be ready Guards When I shall give Command My Noble Uncle York Shew me thy humble Heart and not thy Knee Whose Duty 's feign'd and false Bull. My Gracious Uncle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace and Uncle me no Uncle I am no Traytors Uncle I renounce thee Why have these banisht and forbidden Feet Dar'd once to touch a Dust of English ground But more then why why have they dar'd to march So many Miles upon her Peaceful Bosom Frighting her pale-fac't Villages with War Com'st thou because th' annointed King is hence Why graceless Boy the King is left behind And in my Loyal Bosom lies the Power Were I but now the Lord of such hot Youth As when brave Gaunt thy Father and my Self Rescu'd the Black Prince that young Mars of Men O then how quickly should this Arm of mine Now Pris'ner to the Palsie Chastise thee And this raw Crew of hot-braind Youth about thee Your Boys should have Correction much Correction Bull. Why reverend Uncle let me know my fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Even in Condition of the worst Degree In gross Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a Banisht Man and here art come Before the Expiration of thy time In braving Arms against thy Sovereign Bull. As I was Banisht I was Banisht Herford But as I come I come for Lancaster Look on my wrongs with an indifferent Eye You are my Father for methinks in you I see Old Gaunt Alive O then my Father Will you permit