_Wor._ It pleased your majesty to turn your looks 30 Of favour from myself and all our house; And yet I must remember you, my lord, We were the first and dearest of your friends. For you my staff of office did I break In Richard's time; and posted day and night 35 To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was myself, my brother, and his son, That brought you home, and boldly did outdare[3042] 40 The dangers of the time. You swore to us,[3043] And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,[3044] That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;[3045] Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: 45 To this we swore our aid. But in short space[3046] It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; And such a flood of greatness fell on you, What with our help, what with the absent king, What with the injuries of a wanton time,[3047] 50 The seeming sufferances that you had borne, And the contrarious winds that held the king So long in his unlucky Irish wars[3048] That all in England did repute him dead: And from this swarm of fair advantages[3049] 55 You took occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the general sway into your hand; Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;[3050] And being fed by us you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,[3051] 60 Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest; Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk That even our love durst not come near your sight For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly 65 Out of your sight and raise this present head; Whereby we stand opposed by such means[3052] As you yourself have forged against yourself By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, And violation of all faith and troth 70 Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.[3053] _King._ These things indeed you have articulate,[3054] Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches, To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye 75 Of fickle changelings and poor discontents, Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurlyburly innovation: And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause; 80 Nor moody beggars, starving for a time[3055] Of pellmell havoc and confusion.