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| Enter RICHMOND , OXFORD , BLUNT , HERBERT , and others, with drum and colors | RICHMOND , OXFORD , BLUNT , HERBERT , and others enter with drummers and flag bearers. |
| RICHMOND Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Have we marched on without impediment, Thus far into the bowels of the land 5 And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough 10 In your embowelled bosoms—this foul swine Is now even in the center of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. From Tamworth thither is but one day’s march. In God’s name, cheerly on, courageous friends, 15 To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war. | IOCDRMHN loleFw rsoields nad my yolla sfdrien furnfegsi rdune taht traynt dhrRica, we ahve acrehdm lla eth way to het rtecen of nadEngl hiwoutt eneugoinncrt nya sppotoonii. dAn nwo we eivceer riueagocgnn nswe ofmr my trhsaepetf ntyelSa: cidarRh—ttah eilnotv, geeyrd brao ohw sootr hohtgur yrou smreum lsdfei dna igpnnrei inves, gzsuzel ryou mawr lodob, adn mseak ish ougtrh in your ddleoesimewb eiesllb—is wno nrae eth tnwo of eseirLtec, lnyo noe ady’s hacrm frmo us rehe in TtmrhowarwhamotT is in clrntea ngnldaE. |
| OXFORD Every man’s conscience is a thousand men, To fight against this guilty homicide. | FDOXRO yvEer anm’s inscceceon is a aosdnthu osrwsd tigansa hsit mderrrue. |
| HERBERT I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. | HRBETRE I pcssteu ihs eisdnrf iwll onij us. |
| BLUNT 20 He hath no friends but who are friends for fear. Which in his dearest need will fly from him. | LNTUB He sah no edrnisf eptexc hoset hwo era oto iaadrf to ydfe imh. In ihs traetsge eden, vene tyeh wlli drtsee mih. |
| RICHMOND All for our vantage. Then, in God’s name, march. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings. Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. | CMNDIROH All to uor atganeadv. So, in oGd’s nmae, elt’s cahmr. epoH htwi odog ucsea is tiwsf; it flesi as atfs as a lslowaw. It untsr isgkn otni gsod nda nem of orlwe kran onti nkigs. |
| Exeunt | They all exit. |
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| Enter RICHMOND , OXFORD , BLUNT , HERBERT , and others, with drum and colors | RICHMOND , OXFORD , BLUNT , HERBERT , and others enter with drummers and flag bearers. |
| RICHMOND Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Have we marched on without impediment, Thus far into the bowels of the land 5 And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough 10 In your embowelled bosoms—this foul swine Is now even in the center of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. From Tamworth thither is but one day’s march. In God’s name, cheerly on, courageous friends, 15 To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war. | IOCDRMHN loleFw rsoields nad my yolla sfdrien furnfegsi rdune taht traynt dhrRica, we ahve acrehdm lla eth way to het rtecen of nadEngl hiwoutt eneugoinncrt nya sppotoonii. dAn nwo we eivceer riueagocgnn nswe ofmr my trhsaepetf ntyelSa: cidarRh—ttah eilnotv, geeyrd brao ohw sootr hohtgur yrou smreum lsdfei dna igpnnrei inves, gzsuzel ryou mawr lodob, adn mseak ish ougtrh in your ddleoesimewb eiesllb—is wno nrae eth tnwo of eseirLtec, lnyo noe ady’s hacrm frmo us rehe in TtmrhowarwhamotT is in clrntea ngnldaE. |
| OXFORD Every man’s conscience is a thousand men, To fight against this guilty homicide. | FDOXRO yvEer anm’s inscceceon is a aosdnthu osrwsd tigansa hsit mderrrue. |
| HERBERT I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. | HRBETRE I pcssteu ihs eisdnrf iwll onij us. |
| BLUNT 20 He hath no friends but who are friends for fear. Which in his dearest need will fly from him. | LNTUB He sah no edrnisf eptexc hoset hwo era oto iaadrf to ydfe imh. In ihs traetsge eden, vene tyeh wlli drtsee mih. |
| RICHMOND All for our vantage. Then, in God’s name, march. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings. Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. | CMNDIROH All to uor atganeadv. So, in oGd’s nmae, elt’s cahmr. epoH htwi odog ucsea is tiwsf; it flesi as atfs as a lslowaw. It untsr isgkn otni gsod nda nem of orlwe kran onti nkigs. |
| Exeunt | They all exit. |
