LODOWICK

Mistress Shore, my Lord would request you To come and speak with him. I mistress Shore, he hath recovered That he long looked for. Even when the greatest of his torments had left him. The Nobles and Peers are agreed as the King would wish them. I but few thought that the agreement and his life would have ended together. In brief mistress Shore, he hath changed his life. Why mistress Shore, for the lose of one friend, Will you abandon the rest that wish you well? He hath made his brother Duke of Gloucester Protector. But mistress Shore, comfort your self, And think well of my Lord, Who hath always be a helper unto you. Why mistress Shore, rather then want should oppress You, that little land which you begged for me of the King, Shall be at your dispose. I mistress Shore, For my Lord thinks long for our coming. A my good Lord Hastings, how innocently thou di edst the heavens bear witness. Indeed 'tis pity to see so fair a face to ask for alms; But tell me, hast thou no friends? Belike then thy fact was notorious, that thy f iends lea ving thee would let thee go as a spoil for villains. But hearst thou, I prithee tell me the truth, and as I am a gentleman, I will pity thee? Indeed my lands I had restored me by mistress Shore, but may this be she? A gods what is this world, and how uncertain are ri ches? Is this she that was in such credit with the King? Nay more, that could command a King indeed? I cannot deny but my lands she restored me, but shall I by relieving of her hurt my self, no: for straight proclamation is made that none shall succour her, therefore for fear I should be seen talk with her, I will shun her company and get me to my chamber, and there set down in heroical verse, the shameful end of a Kings Concubine, which is no doubt as wonderful as the desolation of a kingdom. A time how thou sufferest fortune to altar estates, & chan gest the minds of the good for the worst. How many headless Peers sleep in their graves, whose places are furnish with they inferiors? Such as are neither nobly born, nor virtuously min dead. My heart hardly bewails the lose of the young King, by the outrage of the Protector, who hath proclaimed himself King, by the name of Richard the third. The Commons mur mure at it greatly, that the young King and his brother should be imprisoned, but to what end 'tis hard to say, but many think they shall never come forth again. But God do all for the best and that the right heirs may not be utterly overthrown. What though my Lord, the vardits own, the titles does resign.