Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
Thither stout _Oxford_, his old hate to show
Vnto our house of Yorke, repaire did make,
To ioyne with _Richmond_ my Lancastrian foe:
Then _Brandon_, _Blunt_ and _Cheynie_ did forsake
Me and my part, with _Richmond_ part to take,
Which newes my daylie dread doth so increase
That I no houre can liue in restfull peace.
58.
To whom I might giue trust, I did not know,
Since seeming friends from mee do daylie flie,
In court each one doth wish my ouerthrow,
In towne and citie euery one doth crie
Shame on my deedes of death and tyrannie:
Thus in my rule I liue belou’d of none,
Dreaded of many, hated of euerie one.
59.
To my distresse some comfort to applie,
And that I may remoue the onely thing,
On which earle _Richmond’s_ hopes doe most relie:
Now such strange mischiefe I doe set on wing,
That neuer age the like to light did bring:
Through blood to incest I intend to swim,
To breake the match betwixt my neece and him.
60.
For _Anne_ my queene, great _Warwicke’s_ daughter deere,
By poyson’s force I sent vnto the dead:
Which done, my troubled thoughts I vp did cheere,
In hope I might my brother’s daughter wed,
And bring her vnto mine incestuous bed:
Foule sinne I now do feare in no degree,
That I from feare of _Richmond_ may be free.
61.
Her mother queene (strange that it should bee so)
Wonne with faire words consents vnto the same:
Who forc’d by feare, or by distresse brought low,
In hope to raise her state againe (fond dame)
In vaine doth wooe her daughter in my name:
Which heau’n abhorring hastens on my end,
And by my death preuents what I pretend.
62.
The royall virgin doth so much detest
My damn’d intent that I no grace can finde,
And daily newes my thoughts doe so molest
With foes inuasion, that my troubled minde
Is altogether vnto care inclinde:
Gainst those abrode that doe intend t’inuade,
While I prepare, at home I am betrai’d.
63.
At Nottingham, where then in court I lay,
Inform’d I was, that th’hated enemie
Had taken land, at which in much dismaie,
Turning my feare to rage, at last I crie
For vengeance on my subiects treacherie,
And forc’d to trie my cause by bloodie blowes,
I mustred vp my men to meete my foes.
64.
When that I heard where _Richmond_ did ariue,
I did digest my bands in battel ray:
In ranke forth marcht my footemen fiue and fiue,
Who in that order kept the readie way,
That led directly where earle _Richmond_ lay:
Then wings of horsemen coasting euerie side,
Did vnto bloodie battell boldly ride.
65.
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